We just stood there for a while before I realized how the raindrops that earlier had landed on Andy's jacket were soaking my pyjamas. I reluctantly let go and took a step back.

"You...you should probably take of your jacket. It's drenched."

"Yeah, I know." He smirked as he hung up the jacket on one of the empty coat hangers hanging on the rack besides him. "Why did you want me to come here?"

"Well...I was really lonely. I was crying because I couldn't sleep, I needed someone to talk to and..."

"And?"

"Well, I guess other than Jenna and Nix you're the only friend I dared to text at this hour. I guess...maybe you're the only other real friend I've got."

"Really?"

"Well, if I don't dare to text someone at a late hour, I guess they're not really close friends."

I realized as I kept talking that what I said was true. These were the only really true friends I had left. Andy was one of my few true friends.

"Soo...this is your house? Where are your parents?"

"They're gone for the remainder of the month. Business trip."

"I swear I have passed this place a million times, but never thought that you lived here."

"Well, I do. Would you want a glass of water or something?"

"Nah, I think I have quite enough water for now" he said as he stroke his wet hair.

"I see. Well, let's go upstairs then. You know, to my room."

He nodded and I showed him upstairs, walking into my somewhat dark room. The red walls appeared haunting, and there was barely any light in the room. I swear the noise from the rain was louder in there.

"Wow, I can see how you had a hard time sleeping in here." I could notice the obvious discomfort he felt from the damp clothing he was wearing.

"You know, if you want to, I think I have a t-shirt somewhere in this drawer that is about your size, if you wanna help me look. It's a black nirvana shirt."

"Yeah, sure."

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I truly needed someone to talk to, more so than I thought. An hour had passed and we got to know each other on a deeper level. I learned that Andy was in a band, and the love for writing was something we both had in common, even though he hated books. He wrote songs, I wrote poems and stories. I made drawings, he made melodies.

"You know Iris, there is another reason I agreed to come here at this hour."

My heart stopped for a second, in pure fright of him reverting to old Andy. Was he using me? Was he lying?

"Remember the night at the party? When I told you I loved you and asked you not to leave?"

I remembered it all too well. I knew this conversation topic would come up. But it had to be discussed.

"Yeah?"

"I just want to know what you feel about this. About us. I mean, I've come to really like you, Iris. You're sweet, kind, caring, but you also have this exciting side, where you listen to rock music and swear a lot..."

I giggled, as he continued.

"...but I can't help thinking that you don't want to open up to me in the same way as I'm opening up to you. You've seen me cry, for fuck's sake, not even my closest friends have done that. You've seen me yell at you, by far you've seen me at my worst. And yet I'm still the second person you call when you feel lonely. There must be something to that."

I thought about it for a while before I responded.

"I'm not sure what I feel. One part of me is still scared of you. It is scared of you breaking me apart even more than back when I was completely broken. The part that doesn't wanna forgive you. But then there's the part of me that wants you. The part of me that makes me dream of you at night."

"You dream of me?" He said with a smile so adorable I felt like I was melting.

"Yeah." I confessed, for the first time. "Sometimes."

A milisecond later his lips attacked mine into my second kiss ever. And this time, I wasn't gonna push him away.

Notes

So, it's 1:10 a.m. .Yeah, I stayed up late writing again.

This kind of acts as a second part to the previous chapter. As much as I think it might be moving a bit to fast, I really like this chapter. I think it is better to have some real material in each chapter rather than having lots of crappy fillers.

What do you think of the pictures for the characters? I actually think they represent quite accurately the people I picture as the different personalities.

Once again, thank you for reading this!