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Wishing On The Stars {c.h}

F I F T E E N

"Beau, I know, we've gone through this every single call!" I tell him.

"Calum, I have to remind you." My footsteps echo in the emergency stair case. Or hall.

"Where is she?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know??"

"C'mon, it's 7:00 am!"

"Oh, well, you better be with her when she wakes up."

"Beau, I'm a cop, not a stalker."

"Fine, but you better save this case or else--"

"I'll be degraded from this class. Yeah, you told me."

"Well, bye," he hung up. God, he has to stop calling me every second. I trot down the stairs and stop dead in my tracks when I hear sobbing coming from a few floors down. I jump over the railing and land on the next stair case and do that all the way down because that way is faster. Being a cop lets you do fun stunts like this.

But it's not always fun being one. You always have to carry a gun around with you. Well, I do.

I turn a corner and see Deeliah sitting on the bottom stair, crying.

"Deeliah?" I ask, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She turned her head and looked at me with her puffy eyes and said, "It's my fault,"

Deeliah lies on my bed staring up and my blank ceiling. I quietly play Pierce The Veil. Her sniffling filled the silence so I decided that we needed some music.

"It's completely my fault, I don't even know what got over me!" She sobs. I've never really dealt with situations like this before.

I put an arm around her and sat her up, propping her body against mine. "Don't be mad at yourself, Deeliah.."

"Well, I am. I really, really am." She replies, twisting so her head is now on my chest. "I-I just ruined our friendship!"

I kiss her forehead and say, "I'm sure she still wants to be friends. After all, you guys still are roommates."

"No. I don't think so."

There is so much depression in the air, I don't think any band will settle the mood. Deeliah still lies on top of me, and I can feel my heartbeat.

Da

Da-da

Da

Da-da

I look around my roommate-less room. The reason I don't have one is simple. I'm undercover, which means that if I have a roommate, they'll find out everything. Sometimes, they're quite snoopy around your things.

My eye catches a paint splattered shirt in my closet.

"Hey," I say, looking down at her. "How 'bout we go.. Paintballing?"

She looks at me like I had just said the craziest thing in the whole world.