𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑻 𝑫𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑴𝑺, cory wilson

11 : Win

It's time for mine and Cory's 'date'. I dress in some casual clothes, just like he wants. Then I leave the house quietly, whispering to Jacob that I'd be staying at Cory's for the night.

I slowly walk up the hill in the dark, stopping when I reach the top as Cory comes into view.

He's wearing grey joggers with a black hoodie. He smiles brightly at me as I go closer.

"Hey." He pecks my lips before holding a rose out to me.

I take it, bringing it close to my chest, "Thank you. This is very unlike you, Cory."

"What can I say? You're special." He winks.

He sits down on a blanket before patting the space beside him. I lower myself down, immediately laying on my back. He does the same, but turns his head to me.

"Are you wearing makeup?" He asks when I finally get myself comfortable.

I look over, my eyebrows slightly furrowed, "No. Why?"

"You are."

"I'm not," I look back at the sky, "Okay, maybe I am."

"Why?" He whines.

I shrug and he grumbles under his breath,

"You don't need it, you know you don't."

"I only put lipgloss on." I laugh.

He pouts, "You still don't need it."

I smack his stomach gently, "Look at the stars, not at me."

"But you're prettier than them."

"Don't disrespect stars like that. They are beautiful."

He looks up at them, "What's that one?"

I follow where his finger is pointing.

"That's the big dipper. It's the most well-known one because it's easy to identify."

He nods, "Do you think aliens are real?"

"I'm not sure, I'd have to see one to say yes."

"I believe in 'em." He chuckles, "I want to meet one."

"Even if they blow your brains out?" I raise an eyebrow.

He glances at me, "Even if they blow my brains out."

I smile, "But then you'd be dead."

"I'll be dead after tomorrow anyway." He groan.

"Why?"

"Rugby match."

Shit.

I groan, "I completely forgot. Fuck. We're shit - we'll loose."

"We aren't that bad. You never know, they may suck."

I roll my eyes, "When did you become an optimist?"

He scoffs jokingly, "Don't you like the new me?"

I laugh, "New you?"

"Yes. New me - optimistic, fun, polite, kind."

"That's a whole different person." I snort, looking at him.

"Oi. Go back to looking at the bloody stars."

We're silent for a few minutes, while my eyes wander all over the pretty sky above us. Cory's eyes however, are still just glued to me.

"How's Mr Quereshi's anger management lessons going?" He asks, a small smile on his face.