Throwing Rocks at Your Window at Midnight...

If she thought he was joking when he said same time tomorrow then she was wrong. At midnight exactly a small tap on her window startled her as she was about to dive under the covers of her bed and brought her attention to the teenage boy stood outside her house with a cigarette hanging out the corner of his mouth.

"Caleb," Hanna whispered as she stuck her head out the window, looking down at him as he stood in the middle of her Mother's rose bushes with a stone in his hand. "You could've broken the window."

"I didn't though." He shrugged, taking a long drag before he blew out the smoke and looked back up at her. "You coming or not?

She huffed and looked down at the pink and blue pyjama shorts she was wearing before she bit her lip. "I'm in my pjs."

Caleb just shrugged again as he tugged the grey beanie he was wearing further down his head. "Change or stay in them, I don't care."

She rolled her eyes at him and bit her lip. "I'll be like five minutes, stay there." Was all she said before she closed the window and shed out of her pyjamas, throwing on the clothes she had been wearing earlier in the day before she crept down the stairs and past her mother- who had once again fallen asleep on the sofa.

Caleb watched her front door open and a strip of light escape through the gap as Hanna left the house and her gaze met his. She smiled briefly before they were both walking down the path to the street. "How come you were in your pyjamas?" Caleb asked, his voice mumbled from the cigarette he was smoking.

"Umm because it's midnight, you know the time normal people go to sleep." She rolled her eyes at him.

"I said I'd pick you up." He shrugged, his lips curving up at the corners. "You should have stayed in those tiny shorts anyway."

Hanna's eyes widened in shock as she tried to cover the blush that spread across her cheeks with her hair. "You were watching me." She mumbled, hesitantly looking up to meet his eyes- a teasing smile spread across his face as he noticed her pink cheeks. "Perv."

He let out chuckled and took another drag as they turned a corner and headed down another street that looked exactly the same as the last one. His head shook slightly as he watched her hide her face from him, he'd rather be able to see her pretty blue eyes.

They settled into silence as they walked, concentrating all their attention on the clear sky above as the tiny stars flashed above before Hanna let out a deep sigh. "You smoke a lot." She looked across at him.

"Told you, I like the smell." He muttered. "It me reminds me-"

"Of your friend." She finished for him with a gentle smile. "I remember." Her smile faltered though as she bit her lip. "How long ago did he die?" She asked, instantly expecting him to shut down again but instead he just copied her sigh and took one long drag before answering.

"A year." He tossed the burnt out cigarette to the ground.

"My friend died eight months ago." She nodded. "Sometimes I wake up and forget and think that I'll be seeing all the girls when I get to school."

Caleb didn't reply; he couldn't agree with her on that one. It was always at the back of his thoughts. "So what happened to all these girls then?" He asked. "I've only ever seen you with one dark haired girl before."

"Mona," Hanna nodded, pulling her jacket tighter around herself. It was early summer and yet as soon as the sun set on Rosewood the temperature dropped making the soft breeze chilly. "She's my best friend but before Alison died there was a group of us."

She thought back to the times when Ali walked the school hallways as queen bee. She could only dream of doing the same one day, of having everyone focus their attention on her as she strolled down the corridors chattering to her friends, dressed in the clothes she loved as she confidently flirted with the boys- just like they liked. "We all kind of separated after she died." She was brought straight back down to reality as she let out a sigh.

"Why?" Caleb probed as he focused his attention on the small blonde beside him.

"I don't really know." She muttered, frowning to herself. "Aria moved to Iceland with her family a few months after it happened, I guess Ali was holding us all together and when she died we just drifted apart. I think we wanted different things."

"Like what?" He asked again.

"Well you can't really be friends with someone if you're focused on different things- it wouldn't make sense."

"Why wouldn't it?" Caleb argued. "I'm pretty sure we want different things."

Hanna bit her lip to hold in a smile at that. So they were friends. She'd never intended to become friends with him when she went up to talk to him the previous night, all she wanted to know was why he never seemed to go home and now it seemed that they were making their midnight walks a regular thing. She caught herself though as a smile crept onto her lips- she'd only known him two days, she was getting ahead of herself.

"I don't know what I want." She shrugged. "Right now I just want to be a normal teenager and be invited to parties and get drunk with my friends."

"High school parties are shit." Caleb raised an eyebrow at her.

"How do you spend your Saturday nights then? Sat in a graveyard smoking a bong with your bong dealer who's a thirty-year-old bearded that still lives with his Mom." She turned to look at him.

"Oh yeah, every Saturday like clockwork. He's called Bill the bong dealer and he lives with his Mom and seven cats." She blinked twice and was surprised when she noticed his lips curve up into a smirk before he started to chuckle. It was deep and rough and she wanted to hear more.

"Sorry," She laughed too, looking down as they walked in darkness.

"It was funny," He smiled at her.

"So I didn't offend you?" She asked, slightly nervous.

"No," He shook his head. "But should speak your mind more often." Their eyes met for a few seconds, blue meeting brown before she gave him another small smile.

He pulled his gaze away from her, letting out a sigh as he reached into his pocket and pulled out another cigarette. Hanna watched him intently as his face glowed with the flash of the lighter, the shadow highlighting his sharp cheek bones and dark, velvety eyes before her's dropped down to the way his lips curved around the cigarette as he breathed it all in.

"You done?"

"Huh?" She blinked, not registering what he'd said as she pull her eyes away from his lips.

"You done staring at me?" He asked, the trace of a tiny smirk lingering on his lips as a thin line of smoke left them.

"Oh, I- sorry." A blush spread across her cheek as he let out a chuckle at her embarrassment and moved to sit down on a bench they had come to.

"It's fine." He smirked as he stretched his legs out and she sat down next to him, just watching as he breathed out puffs of smoke until he stubbed it out on the edge of the bench.

Hanna brought her knees to her chest again to keep her warm as she closed her eyes contently and breathed in the air through her nose. Despite the lingering smell of cigarette smoke the air felt so much more clearer than in the day. She was starting to see what he meant when he said it was better at night.

Although, as she looked out across the street, the dim light from the houses blurring in her tired vision, she couldn't imagine staying out all night. She liked her room and her cosy bed and climbing over the covers and forgetting everything as she drifted off and let her dreams take her wherever her mind wanted to go. "Why don't you ever go home?"

Her voice was soft as she turned back to Caleb who just rolled his eyes and kept looking ahead. "I told you, I don't like it."

"Why though?" She asked again. "It can't be that bad- they don't let anyone foster kids do they? There has to be checks, right?"

He just scoffed and shook his head, his eyes dropping. "They're so sick of me they'll just hand me off to anyone." The bitter words fell from his lips. "She's an alcoholic and she just drinks all the time, I can't stand it there."

"Can you not ask to be moved somewhere nicer?" She shrugged.

"Nicer?" He let out a bitter laugh. "Janet's not even that bad, there's a lot worse people that they let foster kids."

"Like what?" She watched as his eyes closed, his head shaking before he slumped further down into the wooden back of the bench.

"Abusive dickheads." He grumbled roughly, bringing their conversation to a stop.

Hanna sighed, she didn't like it when he shut her out, it was totally normal- he'd only known her two days and probably didn't want to tell her all the dark details about his life but still, everything seemed to be fine until they reached a certain point and he just closed himself off.

Caleb looked across at her, taking in the way she curled her body up and as far away as possible from him. He bit his lip and rolled his eyes at himself for being so harsh with her, she hadn't done anything wrong. "Has your dad moved out yet?"

"No," She shook her head. "He must be staying in a hotel or whichever one of his secretaries he's sleeping with right now." Her eyes rolled as she tried to blink away the tears that had formed in them. She hated wasting her tears on her father. "God," She ran a hand through her hair, she was still getting used to the fact that her parents had split up. "He's like a forty-year-old fuck boy."

Caleb let out a chuckle at that and shook his head, quickly quieting though when he noticed Hanna rubbing her eyes. "Sorry," He looked down.

"It's okay," She sniffled before she bit her lip and let out a guilty laugh too.

"I wasn't laughing at your dad I was-"

"No, I get it." Hanna shot him a smile. She knew he wasn't laughing at her messed up family- it was her speaking her mind that had made him laugh and she felt a sense of relief from it.

Caleb gave her an encouraging smile back as she avoided his gaze. "Your allowed to laugh Hanna, it's probably the only thing that'll make you feel better about the whole situation."

He was right; she'd rather laugh then cry. "Even if it's about my parents?"

"Especially if it's about your parents." He sank back into the bench again. "Parents are just.. dicks." He couldn't think of anything else to describe it.

"Not all parents are," Hanna murmured as she thought back to the woman who was probably still lay fast asleep on the sofa covered in tissues. "My Moms had a really hard time since she found out my Dad cheated. I hate to see her so upset and crying all the time."

"How many times did he cheat on her?" It was probably the last thing Hanna wanted to talk about but he asked anyway, his eyes meeting hers as she looked down.

"For the past five years." She mumbled. "They went through a rough patch when I was a kid and they argued all the time and then one day I just woke up and everyone was in a happier mood, especially my dad." Water filled her pupils again. "Now I know that it was because he started sleeping with other women."

"That's shit," Caleb looked across at her and gave her what he hoped was a comforting smile. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, he's gone now and me and my mum are better on our own, I just wish he'd moved his stuff out sooner- he's drawing it out and hoping that my Mom takes him back."

"Do you think she will?"

"No way, he's hurt us too much all for his own pleasure." Hanna shook her head, her eyes closing as she breathed in the cool air and took a deep breath.

"See parents are just dicks, they're so fucking selfish." Caleb grumbled. "They think they can bring a kid into the world and then blame us for their mistakes when we didn't even ask to be born, we didn't ask to exist."

Hanna let his words sink in as she realised how truthful they were. No one actually had a choice of whether they were created or not, it was their parents so technically- even if they intended to have a baby or not- everything was their fault. She looked across at Caleb to find him lighting up get again. "Did you know your real parents?"

"I knew them," He nodded taking a puff as he held it between his index finger and thumb. "I just don't remember much about them."

"Do you know what happened? Why they put you in foster care?" She pried into his life a little more.

"I think my dad must have left when I was a baby because I have no memory of him at all and then I guess my mom couldn't cope so she gave me up when I was five."

"So you've been in foster care your whole life nearly?" She raised an eyebrow as she watched him nod, his eyes never lifting from the ground and his took drag after drag, willing himself not to let his emotions get the better of him.

He's managed to block it all out for so long but there was something about the small blonde sat beside him that made everything feel so real again. She made him feel real again. Maybe it was the months of living in the shadows and getting by without anyone noticing him or giving him more than a second glance.

He never meant for their conversation to get this deep into both their lives but with Hanna he couldn't help it. It was like they just got each other, they had a mutual agreement and could understand how the other was feeling in an instant. Maybe that was why he was so drawn to her. Why he didn't push her away as he pushed everyone else in his life. Although she hadn't got as close as others had yet.

"It's getting late," Hanna's voice broke him from his thoughts as she looks at the time on her phone and dropped his burned out cigarette to the ground. "It's almost two, I should head back home."

He nodded and stood up, not saying anything as they set off walking her back to her house. They just enjoyed the comfortable silence, taking in the moon and everything they had found out about each other until they arrived at Hanna's front gate.

"Thanks for walking me home again," She smiled at him, giving him an awkward nod.

"No problem." He smiled back briefly before turning around, and beginning to walk away.

"Same time tomorrow?" Hanna's voice called out as she bite her lip, not wanting to wake any neighbours.

Caleb sent her a smirk over his shoulder as his body disappeared into the dark night. "I'll be waiting."

Hanna nodded contently, releasing her bottom lip from between her teeth as she quickly headed inside and closed the front door as quietly as possible. She was about to head up the stairs when she caught sight of the dim glow from the living room and her Moms auburn hair spread across arm of the sofa.

She sighed, thinking about what Caleb had said about his parents and how all parents were selfish. Maybe they were but she knew that her Mom loved her with all her heart and it killed part of her inside seeing the person who cares for her so broken.

She kicked her shoes off, flicking off the lamp whilst she grabbed a blanket from the back of the sofa and lay it over her Moms sleeping body. Then she curled into her side and closing her eyes too, taking a deep breath and letting herself finally drift to sleep, thoughts of Caleb taking over her tired brain.

So let me know what you thought? Do you like this darker mysterious Caleb? What do you want to see from Haleb in future chapters? Let me know in the review xxxx

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