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I didn't bother lacing up my doc martens anymore. It's gotten to the point in which they have been so overworn for so long that the leather has moulded perfectly to my feet, and I love it.

So as I wandered down the street I lived on, watching as my laces smacked against the slate grey pavement, making a tapping sound with every step.

The sky was only just dark, the sun just having disappeared behind the crust of the Earth on the horizon. A slight but bearable chill had sparked up so I pulled my jacket further into myself, still staring at the ground and all the little cracks in each slab of concrete, an eerie but comfortable silence engulfing the entirety of my little world. That's was the case until I found my self crashing into something and while embraced, us hurtling to the floor I was studying so carefully.

Painfully my hip collided with concrete first and the rest of me followed suit. I let out a little gasp of pain whilst what I presumed to be a girl, let out some sort of whine crossed between a groan.

She let out a sentence which perplexed me a little "Oh for fucks sake, not again!"

I spat my auburn hair out of my face to find myself intertwined with what I rightly guessed was a girl.

She had dark hair, the kind you couldn't distinguish whether it was black or brown but we're sure on many occasions it was one or the other. Her dark green eyes stared back at me and once focused a small smile played on her pale pink lips.

She laughed a little before apologetically saying, "I'm sorry, I had my head phones in on full volume and I wasn't concentrating."

I couldn't help but smile back at her, becoming more aware of us lying on the pavement at 12:33 AM, in a small town with our limbs wrapped around one another. Hey, it could have been worse. At least in our town people put their gum in the bin and pick up their dog shit.

Without me realising I was replying, "Hey don't worry about it, I was intensely studying the infrastructure of the pavement slabs, so I think we can call it even."

She laughed again, throaty and quiet, and I could feel my stomach melt a little. God she was beautiful.

"Even then," she smiled, pearly white teeth shining through. I felt her shift against me, ever so slightly as we stayed there for a moment longer than was strictly necessary.

I coughed a little, bringing us both back to reality. We disentangled ourselves from one another, the absence leaving a cold void against my skin, but I shook it off. "What song were you listening too? " I asked as we remained seated and in close proximity.

"Oh, it's called 'I Wanna Get Better' by the Bleachers," I could see a small transformation occur on her face as her eyes lit up, "its amazing, one of my favourite songs."

I smiled at her passionate grin. "I'll have to look it up then." I saw her blush slightly; this felt so good. I haven't really spoke to anyone new in months because of everyone's fear of 'stressing me out'. Here's someone totally new to my life who knew nothing about my mental breakdown and wasn't looking at me like I was about to break. And she was pretty and funny and from what I could see, not dying to getaway from me, which was a nice change.

"So what are you doing out here so late at night?" I asked, hugging my knees into my chest, briefly shaking my hair out of my blue eyes.

"I could ask you the same question," she teased, attempting to raise one eyebrow but failing and lifting both. I chuckled a little at that.

I raised one of my eyebrows at her and remained silent until she sighed in mock annoyance and answered me. "I'm new to the town and my parents were stressing about the move and I needed to get out of the house."

I leant back, balancing on my bum before letting my feet rest on the floor again. "I get that." In the past two years my parents had not stopped being stressed for a second. She looked at me with that ridiculous expression with both eyebrows raised until I was laughing uncontrollably.

"Heeeeey," she whined but smiled, waggling her eyebrows at me to increase my fit of laughter. I felt this warm fuzzy thing in my stomach.

"So why are you out?" She said again when I calmed.

"I've grown accustomed to late night walks due to my insomnia."

The was a single beat of silence before she asked something that I didn't know if I could answer.

"Would you like to, I don't know walk with me?