2: 3am

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awake to the sound of silence, which is weird because my alarm didn't go off. I turn to face my window, it's still dark outside and my clock reads "3am" I groan and try to get back to sleep but after 15 minutes I realise that idea is bs and get dressed instead.
I put on my favourite pastel blue jumper with white hemming, oversized and gives me sweater paws but who cares, and some white skinny jeans. I don't straighten my hair because, it's 3am-what the fuck, and I place a pastel pink and white flower crown I made in the summer on my curly hair.
I creep downstairs and slowly open my front door, careful not to wake Colin, the family dog. I step outside and instantly feel refreshed as the cold air hits my face. I put my earplugs in and begin listening to "sleepwalking" by Bring Me The Horizon (my favourite fucking song in the history of songs FYI) as I slowly walk to the kids play area across the road. No one ever goes in here except me and occasionally a few little kids with their parents, but on the whole it's almost always empty.
I walk over to the swings and begin slowly swinging myself to the music.
I'm pretty into the song when I see something out the corner of my eye, a person?
I turn to look, suddenly feeling adrenaline rush through my body as I fear what/who the figure could be. My eyes adjust and I see in the distance, walking down the path, none other than Phil Lester. Popular kid, punk, super hot, bad reputation, oh and did I mention super hot? I see him walk down the path towards the swings where I am, and I'm suddenly scared, Phil Lester has never been mean to me, he's never really spoken to be other than a few remarks at school like "you look fit today" followed by a wink or something, but that was just to make his friends laugh, he was as straight as a ruler. Although he has never done anything bad to me I know he has been "a bit of trouble" to some people, he is the schools fuckboy. It's like it's his mission to have sex with everyone in the school, and so far, it looks like he's doing pretty well. He's fucked girls and boys, but "only for the fun".
My eyes adjust as Phil walks my way and I notice he is wearing a muse shirt, black ripped jeans, and his usual leather jacket.
"What's up, gay boy" Phil says as he sits on the swing next to me, slowly swinging backwards and forwards.
"I-I'm not gay" I manage to spit out as I face the floor, feeling myself blush.
"Yeah right," he says snorting, "and I'm not a boy"
"I'm not gay" I say again, a little louder, this time looking at his beauti- I mean face.
He stops swinging for a moment and looks me dead in the eye, he has beautiful blue eyes, I swear you could see the stars in them. He cups my face and kisses me, softly. I feel his lip piercing brush against my lips, he grabs the back of my head, kissing me harder, and I kiss him harder, back. Then, just as he slides his tongue into my mouth he stops abruptly.
"Did you like that?" He looks at me with his big blue eyes and a smirk spreads across his face.
"I-I.. Yes" I admit, beginning to blush again.
"Then you're gay." He says as he stands up, putting his hands in his pocket.
He looks at me one last time, smirks, and says "see you at school, gay boy" as he walks out the park, leaving me shocked and confused, at 3am.

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