Anah's P.O.V
*THUMP*
I fell to the ground on my bottom, a sharp pain engulfing my now embarrassed self. Looking up, only two steps away, I find a confused Quillion standing above me, questioning my existence. We were headed to the rooftop of the building; I know that because I see the same old rusty blue door of the roof behind a towering Quillion. Now, sprawled on the ground step of the 4th set of stairs, I felt my face heat up and mostly likely, I'd assume I look as red as a strawberry. My spiderweb of imaginations has got me in another awkward and ridicule situation, I had lost a grip on my foot from the 2nd step making my fall nothing near to lethal.
"What is wrong with you today? Are you okay? Can you get up?" I hear Quillion's staggered voice, clearly concerned about my head.
"Don't call the mental hospital on me, okay? I swear this was not intentional," I exclaim as I struggle to get up. Holding my now sore bum, I fall back again on the cold staircase floor.
"Here, come one. We don't want you missing classes, now," as he amusingly states, Quillion offers a helping hand looking expectantly towards me, eyebrows crocked motioning to take it. I unquestionably take it as I didn't need to embarrass myself any further, it's been a long day as it is.
"You are one silly lady, you know," he whispers, hoping it went unheard by me, Quillion's back already at the door, holding it open for my clumsy self who was in a trance. Happy to be here and out of my awkward nervous self, I warmly smile at Quillion before skipping towards the entrance.
'Right, he would never hurt me. He has no reason to as he is one sensible lad,' I reassure myself as I absorb the friendly heat of the afternoon sun. This indeed is the one of the serene places to be right now as the weather was getting welcoming as autumn approached CarKadia Hills.
"What did you want to talk about?" I put it out there as I watch Quillion walk to the edge, placing his arms on the brick wall which was the only thing that was keeping anyone from going over. The breeze running through his hair and his shoulders breathing calmly as he took in the view of the campus. The students look comfortably tiny from up here, making them all look equally harmless, only if that were the case. I strode to place myself beside Quillion, leaning my back on the crumbled brick wall, my elbows on the sandy protection wall as I look up to the messy vibrant sky.
"Thank you," Quillion's husky manly voice said. Those words caught me off guard, taken back by what I had just heard, I shift my gaze to the young boy standing next to me. His overwhelming brown eyes staring right at my confused ones with all seriousness, he held his gaze for a minute longer before speaking again.
"Thank you for last night. You happen to be the only person I know in this city," he explains before deviating himself away to hide his awkwardness; if I hadn't been holding his mesmerising gaze, I wouldn't have noticed the light blush that had creeped up his face, the moment he spoke gain.
"Now you are offending me, Mr. Wild," I teased the boy to break the ice. Stirring to the front, I stare across the field, a smile creeps up my face, not sure what would happen next.
"Huh?!" baffled by my accusation, the so-called bully now faced this daring brave young lady.
"I thought we are friends. You see Mr. Wild, in Anah's dictionary under friend it says, 'No sorry; No thank you'. Of course, unless you have committed a crime, which would be another story, now. Wouldn't you agree?" putting it out there, I turn to look him in the eyes with a playful smile plastered, only to find a wickedly smirking Quillion facing me.
"Right," is all the boy utters before we get consumed by the scenery ahead, a naively serene silence circulated in the air during our time on that not-so-boring rooftop. The rest of the day went smoothly, the confusion and awkward that had me unsettled during the day had surprisingly vanished after our exchange earlier. The was a better understanding between us, we knew our place, we knew our space and we knew what we knew, I couldn't possibly explain.
My heart was content, it was happier than usual because when I got home, despite the glares my mother daggered at me, the content I felt never left this silly little child heart.