Title: Taking Risks

Hey! I'm working on challenging myself... So, I'm writing a collection of one shots based off of all the songs in the album Metro Station by Metro Station. (this along with like 800 other projects, haha.) Hopefully they're all pretty decent. ;) I haven't written for Degrassi in like 98234783 years so I gotta get on that.

Title: Taking Risks
Song:
Seventeen Forever

Characters: Liberty/Damian

Rating: K+

Summary: She's not usually a risk taker, but she's certainly taking risks tonight.

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This is wrong, but who am I to judge?
It feels like heaven when we touch
I guess for me, this is enough

She's not a risk taker. She's the smart one, the logical one. She's the one who wants to stay up watching a marathon of Saved by the Bell but instead stays up reviewing her notes so she'll be prepared just in case there's a pop quiz tomorrow.

She stares warily from safely inside her room, judging the distance between her and the ground. She plugs numbers into an equation in her head. A girl weights one hundred and thirty pounds. She is ten feet off the ground. At what rate does she fall?

"Come on!" he whispers to her. It's the middle of the night and he's outside her window, standing on the damp lawn and holding his hands out for her to jump.

She shakes her head. "This is dangerous!" she hisses.

"Liberty." His voice is pleading, but sarcastic. "It's only a couple feet. Jump!"

She's not a risk taker, but she finds it unexplainable difficult to argue with him. She finally climbs up to the edge, crouches, and springs forward, right into his waiting arms. The impact knocks him over in the grass and they laugh as they get to their feet, covered in dirt and evening dew and blades of grass.

He leads her towards his car, his hand around her waist, and she gets in the front seat next to him, her hand on his knee as he drives. It feels like no time at all has passed when he parks and is out of the car, opening the door for her.

The night breeze whirls around her, rustling her hair. She pushes her glasses higher up on her nose and wishes she'd worn more than a long-sleeve top and jeans.

"Where are we going?" she whispers, glancing around, nervous that someone might catch them. But there's no one around- it's just them.

"You'll see," he replies, wrapping an arm around her.

She hugs herself closer to him and he leads her into a clearing, a few trees dotting the outside. There is a lamp lighting up the area and she can see a worn flannel blanket on the grass with a small picnic basket on it.

He tugs her toward it and sits down, pulling her hand to follow him. She does, and watches as he pulls a bottle of grape juice and a box of chocolates out of it.

"Sorry, I couldn't take any wine without my parents noticing," he says as he pours her a glass of purple liquid. Then he pulls a chocolate from the box and puts it into her slightly open mouth.

This is surprisingly touching. She smiles shyly at him through her eyelashes as she chews, but it's doubtful that he can tell because of her glasses.

"Midnight picnic," he says simply, grinning back at her and leaning in to touch his lips to hers.

It occurs to her momentarily that this is wrong, that he already has a girlfriend, that his girlfriend is her best friend.

But as he kisses her and she can taste the chocolate and the grape juice all together along with the taste of him, all thoughts fly from her head. All that matters is this, right now.

She's not a risk taker, but she throws herself on top of him in the moonlight and lets her instincts take over.

And we can get away with this tonight.

x x x

Eh. Not so sure about this. What did you think?