Olivia
It was him.
Yes, it was no other than Storm himself. I had only realized that when I opened my window and he let down his hoodie. He looked like a thief in that outfit.
A thief who stole your heart?
I almost rolled my eyes at that very corny and cliché thought.
“What are you doing here? I thought you’d just call me!” I asked him.
“Will you not come down and let me in?!” His neck must had hurt already from looking up at me and throwing pebbles on my window.
“Okay.” I motioned him to come to the front door.
Sighing, I turned my back and headed out of my room. I always got a bad mood when my sleep was disturbed. But it was storm and I did not want to start a fight with him. Walking downstairs, I could not help, but wonder why he really came to see me. The only way to find
