"Vince!"

She waved a hand at me, her smile only growing.

"Come up!"

She patted the flat concrete surface beside her, beckoning me to sit.

I stared back at her in confusion, scanning the sides of the ramp. The metal ladder leading to the top was long gone for safety purposes, leaving the slick concrete wall behind.

"Uh, how did you get up there," I asked nervously, feeling pretty stupid. I felt my cheeks redden as I dipped my head in embarrassment.

Suddenly, I was thankful it was dark out.

A lively chuckle tumbled out her lips, causing little dimples to find their place on her cheeks.

"I brought a rope ladder, come around here."

She pointed to a large crevice in the ramp, where a neatly made rope ladder hung limply, hidden among the shadows.

Still embarrassed, I awkwardly strode over to the ladder, hastily hoisting myself up on to the vert ramp. I sat stiffly on the cold concrete surface, leaving an abnormally wide gap between us.

From the corner of my eye, I stole a glance at her.

She sat with oblivion, seeming unbothered by the exceptionally large gap between us. Her golden brown hair was sprawled out along her shoulders, tucked carefully behind both ears to showcase two brilliant red cherries, shining brightly like vivid flames. Her hazel eyes were fixated on the dark night sky, staring off in a daze.

Suddenly her eyes flicked towards me, catching me off guard mid-gaze. Awkwardly, I looked away.

"So uh, why did you call me here again?" I asked her, mustering up the courage to look back at her.

The corners of her lips tugged into a playful smile.

"I'm gonna assume that you've never been here at nighttime before," she stated, her head tilting slightly with every word.

"Well of course not," I stammered, my cheeks heating up even more. "I mean it's eleven p.m."

She chuckled, her shoulders shaking gently to the sound of her voice.

"Well, here you are, at the abandoned skate park, at eleven p.m, with none other than me."

She pointed a finger at herself as a sly grin danced on her lips.

"But how did you even know that I knew about this place?" I asked her, smiling weakly in response.

She simply shrugged her shoulders, looking up for a brief second. Not too long after her hazel eyes landed right back on mine.

"Well, I live right over there," she said, pointing a finger towards the collection of townhouses on the opposite side of the park, "and I know you live somewhere back there." Her hand moved as she turned around, making large circles with her finger around the houses across the street, including mine. After a moment of hesitation she spoke up again, lowering her arm to fidget nervously with her thumbs.

"I'm not a stalker by the way, I've just seen you walk this way to school."

A puff of laughter escaped from my mouth, and the awkward bubble that I somehow managed to wrap around me deflated.

"Good to know. And, why are we sitting on the reason this skate park got shut down?"

Now it was her turn to laugh.

"Isn't it nice up here? We're like, 17 feet off the ground."

For the first time since I've been up here, I looked down. That was when the thoughts of falling down and cracking open my skull rushed into my head.

Number one rule when you're sitting on the very tall reason a skate park got shut down, never look down.

"This is dangerous," I muttered, stifling the gnawing fear in my chest. "Plus, don't you worry that your family will find out about your disappearance?" I added, peeling my eyes from the ground.

"Nope. How about you?"

I shook my head.

"Well, I live with my dad, and he's a deep sleeper, so I think I'm good."

She swung her legs happily like a child, gazing back up towards the sky. I did the same, staring up towards the black sea of clouds.

For a while we stayed like this, staring up at the shadowy sky as a comfortable silence fell upon us.

"Too bad it's so cloudy," she declared with a slight pout, her eyes still focused on the sky. "Sometimes you can see a whole ton of stars from here."

"That seems cool."

"It is. By the way, what time is it?"

I shrugged my shoulders sheepishly.

"No idea."

She shifted in her spot, holding her wrist out in front of her. With a touch of a button the watch on her wrist lit up, casting bright white flashes across her face, the numbers 11:11 lighting up right along with it.

"That's a cool watch," I proclaimed as her wrist watch dimmed out, fading back into the darkness of the night.

"Shh, make a wish."

She closed her eyes, gently placing a finger over her lips. Hesitantly, I did the same, except nothing realistic to wish for popped into my head.

After a couple of seconds, I opened my eyes, her's fluttering open shortly after.

"Did you make a wish?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow at me.

I nodded my head, shamelessly lying.

"Good."

"By the way, you didn't answer my question earlier."

Her head tilted to the side in confusion, causing locks of her hair to slide towards her shoulder. Suddenly her eyes lit up, as if a light bulb went off inside of her.

"Oh...you mean why I asked you to meet me here?"

I nodded my head.

"I'm not too sure actually. You know when you have this aching feeling in your gut that you just have to agree with despite all circumstances?"

"A little too well."

I would've added in a perfect example, but self-consciously, I shut my mouth, preventing myself from rambling on and potentially embarrassing myself, again.

"Yeah, well, I needed a wish-buddy and I had this weird feeling that you would be the perfect candidate. Plus, you seem like you needed a friend, and quite frankly, so do I."

Before I could say anything in response she got up from her spot, beginning to climb down the rope ladder behind us.

"Good night Vince, I'll see you back here tomorrow."

And with that she vanished, the scarlet sparks of her cherry earrings disappearing without a trace.