Hello sorry it's been a while! I had absolutely no immediate urge to write this! Oh yeah and it's picking up the pace don't worry!

Longer chappie than usual!

Here we go!

[Saturday night]

A white light flashed through Sinead's window as Sinead was just putting her headphones on.

At first Sinead ignored it, thinking it was a maybe a car headlight, but the light was really persistent.

'What in the world…?' Sinead thought to herself and looked closely at the wall the light was the brightest.

Flash, flash, flash, flash. It looked like some sort of pattern.

'Maybe it's Ned and Ted trying to annoy me with Morse code…' Sinead pulled out a scrap piece of paper and hastily jotted down the incoming flashes of light. After a while, it started to repeat again.

... . -.- / .. - .-. ... / ... .- - .. .-.. - - -. / ... - .-.. - / - ... .. ... / .. ... / ... .. -. . .- -.. / .-. .. -. ... - ..-.. / - -.- .- -.- / - ... .. ... / .-. .-. - -... .- -... .-.. -.- / ..-. . . .-.. ... / .- / .-.. .. - - .-.. . / -.-. .-. . . .-. -.- / - ... - ..- -. ... .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.-

Once she finished translating the message, she read it out loud: "Hey its Hamilton Holt this is Sinead right? Okay this probably feels a little creepy though..."

"What?!" throwing open the window, Sinead squinted into the darkness in the direction the beam of light was coming from. A tall figure waved at her and shut off the flash light. It was obviously Hamilton from the tall muscular figure to the purple jacket.

"Hey, Sinead!" Hamilton whispered-shouted. "What's up?"

"What are you doing here?" She looked down on him questionably. Her thoughts buzzed together in the most annoying way possible, but she waved them away.

"Come down and I'll show you!" He swung a plastic bag up for her to see. Sinead rolled her eyes and answered back.

"Jerk! Hold on, I'm coming!"

To Hamilton's surprise, Sinead opened the window a bit further and climbed out onto the roof underneath. Her footing was good, fortunately, and she laughed quietly at Hamilton's stunned face.

"What are you doing, Sinead?" Hamilton gasped finally. "Please don't fall, geez."

"Don't jinx me!" Sinead muttered loudly as she cautiously slid down the roofing. "I've done this before-!" Yelping with shock, she slipped over the gutter and plummeted from the second story.

"Sinead!" Hamilton threw down the plastic bag and managed to catch her before she fell onto the ground. Sinead, parallel to the hard dirt below her, was saved as Hamilton dove to catch her, and she ended up in his arms, bridal-style. The extra weight, as well as the unexpected fall, knocked Hamilton to the floor.

They both lay on the ground in shock.

"Thanks." Sinead breathed a sigh of relief.

"No prob…" Hamilton let go of Sinead and they stood up slowly, brushing off the blades of grass and dirt that had managed to stick to their clothes.

"Well…" Sinead started.

"I told you, you would fall!" Hamilton jabbed a finger at Sinead. "But no, you had to go roof hopping."

"Hey! You jinxed me! And besides, how did you even know where my house is anyways, Mr. Stalker!" she shot back.

"I-" His jaw was opened mid-word. "Um, I asked Madison and Reagan, of course!" Even in the dark, Sinead could tell his face was flushed.

"It's the middle of the night, Hamilton," Sinead pointed out matter-of-factly. "You're lucky you caught me instead of Ned or Ted."

Hamilton paused for a few seconds, as if he just realized the time of day, and then another few seconds, to take in the fact that Sinead lived with her brothers. Sinead shook her head. It seems that if Hamilton Holt put his mind to something, nothing's going to stop him.

Then, he shoved the plastic bag he was waving around earlier towards her.

"I guess I wanted to give this to you, that's all." Then, he turned around to leave, but Sinead quickly grabbed onto his coat sleeve.

"Hold on, Holt. Where do you think you're going?"

[A few minutes later…]

After persuading Hamilton to stay for a little while, they sat on the chair swing in the backyard.

"Is this what you made from the yarn you bought earlier?" Sinead pulled out a soft purple scarf from the plastic back.

"Yeah." Hamilton looked up at the sky as if to hide his face. "Pretty cool right?"

"Hamilton, how in the world does someone like you know how to knit?"

"Oh right, well back in my old middle school, I was in the knitting club!" Hamilton faced Sinead and laughed. "It was kinda stupid, but I mean I'm not all jock."

"Yeah, because that makes total sense." Sinead rolled her eyes, but pulled the hand-knit scarf around her neck. "… It's warm."

"Thanks…" Hamilton grinned with pleasure. "Well, back in middle school, I was in a lot of clubs, because it's great to hang out with friends! Though eventually, I was banned from the karate, dodge ball, kickball and the knitting club, because of my grades in my core classes. I'm not smart like you, Sinead. My family is pretty dumb, and I guess I got their genes." Now, he smiled sadly. "Everyone thinks all I'm good for is sports, but with my grades, I can't even get on the high school teams. They can't tell the difference between me and the rest of my family…"

"Hamilton!" Sinead said suddenly. "You don't have to listen to everyone else! You're you! Got it? You're definitely smarter than you look and you're really nice, even if you're kind of annoying, you're doing your best!" She felt angry at the people who looked down on Hamilton.

Hamilton blinked at Sinead's unexpected outburst. Then, he opened his mouth to respond.

"You, know what? You're great, Sinead. I've never met any other girl like you."

"…What?"

"None other girl that talks to me is as smart as you, or honest either, if they even do talk to me… Mostly just the cheerleading team or sometimes some stalking fangirls. They don't really see me for me. But, I think you get it. Really Sinead, I like that about you."

Sinead felt herself blush and she smothered her face with Hamilton's scarf.

"I guess I'd say the same about you, Hamilton. But you're really the only boy my age that I've talked to, so I don't think I'd be a good judge on that kind of stuff. All the men I've talked to are usually world famous scientist or maybe a physicists or even the president of a small country."

"What the…" Hamilton laughed. "That's so weird!"

"Hey, you knit, weirdo."

"Hm… you're right about that, but presidents from small countries?" Hamilton was still chuckling when he leaned towards her, tugged the scarf from in front of her face, and gave her a small kiss on the nose. "But I like that about you, Sinead."

Sinead sat, frozen with her face beet red, while Hamilton walked away, her new scarf keeping her neck warm.


Yeah! Hamilton made the first move and is completely OOC (out of character!) boo yeah!

I'm planning to have my next chapter a bit Teagan and/or Nedison if you don't mind.

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