When We Collide √

Chapter 78

   My phone rang and waking up to answer it in the wee hours of the night wasn't anything to go by at the moment - by wee I mean half past ten, overdramatic bitch. Check. I nearly hauled the device across the room, that was before I glanced at the caller ID. The hot chocolate had worked it devious way into my system and by around the fifteenth episode of The Simpsons, I was dozing and knocking my head on Aiden's shoulder.

"Seriously, you're a disgrace, how do you sleep through an episode of such quality cartoon. You're simply taking up space for no good reason and squeezing the rest of - ," Aiden had complained. He should go be a nanny somewhere by the way, his ever blubbering mouth fit that sector way better than it did a committed college boyfriend.

"Save it wanker ," I raised my palms up in mock defeat and glanced at the clock. My vision was blur in the semi darkness because nobody had bothered to switch on the lights. I jerked up, a mouthful of cursing words followed when I felt the numbing it caused to my neck. "Language Rae ," aunt Marie warned.

I dragged my half dead half awake body towards the hall - and just to annoy Aiden I switched on the light and ended up receiving a handful of insults plus a thick cushion was hauled across the room straight at my face - and climbed the stairs to my room. A shower hadn't sounded so pleasing at the moment but now that I'd woken up I felt a tad bit dirty and the stickiness of the marshmallows was still evident on my fingers. I stared at my dimmed phone screen for what seemed like ages , but was actually two nanoseconds , before I pressed the green button. The line went blank, then I heard some eerie shuffling of feet on the other side. Amell's voice followed as he said a muffled hi. I could hear his rugged breathing on the other side of the line, he was probably outside.

I shifted on my bed to a more appropriate posture. I wasn't sure if I wanted to talk to him just yet. What Cal had told registered gradually in my mind and I failed miserably at trying to force it out of my system.

"Hi,"

"You didn't come," he sounded sad and my heart constricted. I didn't know what to tell him.

"I'm sorry I was caught up ," I half lied and scratched the nape of my neck. Guilty. Not quite

"Come outside ," he commanded authoritatively and I couldn't refrain from showing the shock on my face. Why would I want to come outside at such an hour. I sighed frustratedly. Amell heard it.

"Please ," he begged. The issue wasn't that I was afraid of seeing him or anything, if honesty was anything to go by at the moment I'd say I was afraid of recalling everything Cal had confided earlier and more so while he was present physically. He sighed on the other end of the line.

"Okay, okay I'm coming ," defeated, I lunged my body upwards and donned a furry jacket with a hoodie underneath. Passing by the hall I wore my boots and mentally prayed that this - whatever I was going to - would go well. Exhaling loudly, I opened the door and the sheer force with which the cold brisk air hit upon my skin shocked me. I waded like a lost penguin through the cool wind and when a familiar figure came into view I began walking, with sense of direction this time. Amell turned and our eyes met. Only in a black hoodie that clinged onto his skin and revealed his lean body. Avert your eyes you pervert or else you'll drown. I shivered despite my warm dressing. It was so fucking cold I felt my brain freeze. But Mr Superman here didn't even shiver one bit, despite having worn only one piece of warm clothing.

"Aren't you cold?" I couldn't help but ask

"I love the cold, reminds me of my life ," he chided

"Wow, so deep ," I remarked, trying to sound sarcastic. Amell chuckled. A warm light hearted chuckle that sent tingles down my back. Stop it , he's a bad person! Nevertheless you still like him, my conscious kicked in and I rolled my eyes.