Chapter: Snap out of it, you sucker for romance inspired by the books you read.
Autumn's P.O.V
I roll onto my right and sigh.
Opening my eyes to a peculiar sound, I rub my eyes blink furiously to the dark room.
What is the time?
"Hey Autumn!" I hear someone whisper.
Unrolling myself from the comforter I put on my slippers and open the door of my room, my heart now pounding at the unfamiliar whisper.
The corridor is pitch-dark.
I close the door and jump back to my bed, my heart going crazy.
"Oh my God, Autumn." I hear the voice groan and turn to my window.
"Tristan?" I peek outside and find him hanging from the window of his room, his hand barely reaching my window sill.
"What in the world are you doing hanging outside your window at this ungodly time?" I scrunch my face and he pulls back, running a hand through his hair.
"Don't freak out, but my cat is in your room."
I stare at him, trying to make sense of his words.
"You have a cat?" I ask dumbly and he sighs.
"Not the point here, but yes." He rolls his eyes.
"Hey kitty kitty." I call the cat and hear a meow in the far corner of the room.
I flip the switch of the light.
Dark.
"Are we having a blackout?" I frown and then turn in the dark, trying my best to locate the sound again.
"Kitty kitty." I call out again.
"He won't listen to you if you call him a generic name."
I hear Tristan huff and roll my eyes.
"What is his name then?" I ask and turn back to the window, only to crash into someone.
Cold hands grip my arm, holding me steady; the scent of something strong filling my nose.
Reminds me of spice.
Tristan.
Electricity runs through my fingers and I shudder inwardly.
"Sorry." The hands jerk away from me and I lick my lips, trying to calm my fluttering heart.
"Did you enter my room through the window?" I squint in the dark and hear Tristan sigh. "So you ask me if you can sit next to me in your own home but you enter my room without asking?" I smirk, hoping that her hears the humour in my tone.
"Oops, my bad. Let's try that again." He snaps and I laugh.
"Hey potato." Tristan calls and I frown.
"Did you just called me a potato?"
"No, Autumn. I called the cat. A potato." He explains and I chuckle.
"You named you cat potato?"
"Isaac did. I told him to think of something else, but it was either potato or bob the builder."
"Okay." I drawl and hear him sigh again.
"Hey, potato." I try and end up laughing again, "I'm sorry."
Something soft and fluffy touches my feet and I jump, hands trying to grab anything that can prevent me from falling.
The same pair of hands, now warm enough to melt my whole body in their touch, grip me by my waist.
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The Boy Next Door
Teen Fiction"Two months ago, I couldn't even imagine being like this. Two months ago if you would've seen my life, I was a normal seventeen year old who has never been kissed. Two months ago, Tristan was not in my life and I am pretty sure, two months ago, I ha...
