‼️Unfortunately I have to add this IMPORTANT note now to all of my stories. Today, October 3rd (which was supposed to be happy, with it being national bf day and season 3 of heartstopper released)
But I was told at least one of my books was, copied, stolen and put on another website.
Please be careful with other websites. But know that THIS is MY work. ONLY ON WATTPAD.‼️
My account is- Dakotahstacy3
Anything else is STOLEN!

Do NOT read it ANYWHERE else. STOLEN work is a CRIME. I will not take this lightly.
I've put my time, energy, heart and soul into my work.

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Now please enjoy this,

Train noises always calmed him.

🌌🛤️

Stars gently sparkled through the night sky. The pitch black cut by the bright shining lights.
Flickering through the galaxy.

It was late. Later than your supposed to be up. While the crickets faded into silence.
Everyone was asleep. Even the little critters had hidden away for rest.

Yet he always seemed to stay when no one else did.
Something about the quiet of night calmed him.

Laying on the damp grass, mesmerized by the stars.
There was no movement or noise.
No life but him.

As time passed he laid awake at night. Every night.
Exhausted through the day but energized at night.
Almost as it gave him life.

Going back inside was dreadful. It didn't feel right to him. Yet he always found himself laying in bed, again.

Even though the bed was warm and comforting, it could never live up to the things outside.

There was one thing that calmed him enough to sleep. The gently hum of a train passing by.
Down the block was an old railroad.
No longer important, as it got older and wasn't needed.

But those nights when a train would pass, it calmed him. The faint sound of the wheels turning and the horn blowing. Something about it brought him peace.

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Some say the trains should be left to rust and the tracks pulled up. While others are set in their ways. Missing the old times before remote control cars.

But for me?
I like em.

The gently whistle brings me back, remembering those days spent out by the tracks. Or the quiet nights when there wasn't many lights.

There was a spirit in the tracks. One that would whistle and blow, flowing right through you.
Some say it was just a myth, but right there you couldn't miss.
How an energy roared up, thundering like wild horses.
Following a dusty path, along those railroad tracks.

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Asher's pov
♠️👟

"What does that cloud look like to you?" Callum asked, breaking the silence.

We were at the train yard, as usual.
Callum loved trains and hanging out here at the abandoned yard. I'm not sure why, it's just his thing.

"Hmm. That one looks like dolphin." I said, pointing up at the fluffy shaped cloud.

"Yeah." He laid there quietly on the grass, resting his head on top of his arms.
Always mesmerized by the vast sky.

While my eyes caught sight of something even better. Him.

Watching as his chest slowly rose and fell with each breath, his messy hair that somehow looked so soft, and his gently features.
Callum had really grown into his looks. Even if he doesn't realize it.

Something drew me towards him. Longing for his touch, even if we were just a foot away.
I could look at him all day. Dreaming about all the what ifs.

"Hey, Callum?" I asked quietly, poking at his arm.

"Yeah?"

"I love you. You know that, right?" Gently smiling at him as he focused on the clouds.

"Of course." He gave me a friendly smile then looked back at the sky.

What I'd give for him to look at me like that.

"Yeah." My smile faded. We're just friends.
We're. Just. Friends.

We had been friends for years. Childhood friends.
But then one day- these feelings showed up.

At first I thought I was just going through an emotional time. Maybe watching to many romantic movies or listening to music. But- they didn't go away. The feelings only got stronger.

Maybe I am just confused.

☁️

"You wanna go get some food?" I spoke up, shaking those confused thoughts from my mind.

"Alright."
We got off the damp grass, walking back home.

Being close to him gave me a tingling sort of feeling. Our arms nearly brushing together. Quickly putting my hands in my pockets to resist grabbing his hand or- touching him in some way.

I never thought about it before. We used to be playful, stupid kids, messing around and what not. Both physically and mentally close.
But now it feels different to be near him or touch him. Even though it's just platonic.

Why am I like this!? I never had these thoughts before!

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"Asher, are you staying over tonight?" Melissa asked. She was Callum's mother. Always friendly and inviting to everyone, also loved to cook and bake.
So there is a good chance you'd catch me here.

"Uh, yeah." I muttered.
It would mean we could spend more time together. But what if it's awkward? What if I mess it up!?

Sitting at the dinner table with them felt different. I'm not supposed to have these feelings for my friend. Let alone a guy.
He'll- what if he hates me!? I can't tell him something like that.

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After dinner we played video games together in his room, like usual. Same routine as when we were kids.
But now this!? Ugh. It's all my fault. I'm gonna mess it up. 12 years of friendship down the drain!

I quickly forgot those thoughts as he won the game, boasting about it. There's the guy I know.

"I think we should get some more games to play... It's a bit boring to always beat you at the same ones."
Callum laughed, getting up, headed towards the bathroom.

"Oh really?" I scoffed, shaking my head.
Following behind him, we both grabbed our toothbrushes.
This place was basically my second home, maybe even first really. I mean, I even had my own toothbrush here. So, that says a lot.

I might as well just move in, I laughed to myself. But Callum rather live out in the woods then any house. He might be a bit odd by other peoples standards, but he's my best friend.

"Yeah. I mean- it does get kinda boring after awhile. The same thing constantly." He mumbled as he brushed his teeth.

"Mm. True." I spat out my toothpaste, looking into the mirror, glancing up at him.
Does he even know how good he looks!?

Quickly looking away, I walked out of the bathroom to get some distance between us. Only to realize that wouldn't do much good. Considering the fact we were about to go to bed.
The same bed that is.

It's just what we did as kids. Completely innocent and childish- but now?...
Maybe I should have gone home.

These fucking feelings! Damn it.

They just showed up one day. I don't even remember why.
I just started- watching him, noticing things.
Seeing him pass me in the hallways, the way he'd drink from the water fountain, the smell of his cologne.

Ugh fuck! Shut up!

"Ughh, mmph." Callum groaned as he stretched out.
"I'm so tired." He mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"Yeah..." I said quietly. Maybe I should go home? Or sleep somewhere else?

He lazily pulled off his shirt, climbing into bed. Trying to avoid looking at him, I just stood there awkwardly. Fighting the thoughts in my mind.

"You gonna lay down?" He yawned.

Not wanting him to notice me being weird, I just acted as I usually would.

"Scoot over then." I motioned, getting into the bed, beside him. Laying as close to the edge as I could while he was by the wall.
He liked being in the corner of the room, near the window.
But I swear the bed seems smaller than I remembered.

Laying there I listened to the crickets chirping in the night.
Callum had already fallen asleep, while I laid there in misery. Tossing and turning, closing my eyes as I begged for sleep. Yet it wouldn't come.

So I just got up, slowly and carefully. Even though he's not likely to wake up. Going back into the bathroom.
Staring at myself in the mirror.

Why do I feel this way? I'm not gay. I- I never...

Emotions started to well up. I'm not even sure what I'm feeling anymore. I'm so- confused.

Me and Callum have been so close for so long. Maybe I'm just mixing up emotions?
It's just platonic love. Nothing more.

But-
He's... he's great. He knows me better than anyone, and he's... handsome and sweet.

Ugh no! Stop it!
No...

Tears started to cloud my eyes.

Quietly saying to myself in my head.
"I love you!
And I don't know w-why I do..."
My voice cracked, tears poured. Falling down to the floor.

After a moment I wiped the tears away, catching my breath. It's fine. Everything will be fine.
I'll just push it down, forget it.
It's only an emotion.

He's my best friend. My only friend. I can't ruin this.
Pulling myself together I stepped out of the bathroom, looking over at Callum asleep in bed.

Being quiet I gently pulled away a pillow and grabbed a stray blanket, laying down on the floor.
Curling up, faced away from him.
Maybe these feelings are just temporary. They must be.

They'll fade. Right? That's what feelings do.

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Callum's pov
🛤️🚷

"Mmph- huh?" I mumbled as turned over in bed."Asher?" I rubbed my eyes, why am I up early? And where'd he go? it's to early for this.

Looking around the room, confused as to why I didn't see him. Maybe he already got up? That's not like him.

Sitting up I threw my legs over the edge of the bed.

"Ow!"

My eyes shot down. "Oh. There you are... did you fall out of the bed? I'm not that rough of a sleeper am I?" I said jokingly.

"Mmph- it's to early." He mumbled, pulling the blanket up over himself.

"I was just thinking the same thing." Stretching out with a yawn, carefully stepping over him. Walking into the bathroom.
I'm normally not up this early. As in before noon... well, maybe 10 or 11. Depends.

Why was he even on the floor though? I laughed to myself. He's a dork. Sprawled out on the floor, for some odd reason.

After using the bathroom seeing my tired face, I walked back into my room. He was still resting peacefully. All calm and quiet, some how comfortable on the ground.
Mmm, doesn't he look nice.

Time to ruin it.
"Wake up!" I shouted, gently kicking at him.

"Hey! St-o-op. I don't wanna get up yet! I'm still tired." He complained.

"Well why the fuck are you laying on the floor?"

"Shut up. Go make breakfast or something." He mumbled, turning over onto his side.

"Fine. How about some eggs? With hot sauce, maybe? Hmm? Mmm, mm, mm. Your favorite." I said sarcastically.

He just groaned, wrapping up in the blanket.
He's not a big fan of spicy food.

I mean, he's my best friend, so I gotta mess with him. It's the rules.
But I'll be nice enough to "make" breakfast. Aka get my mom to cook.
While I do know how to cook, I don't that often since my mom is usually in the kitchen busy with something.

But whatever, I'm not complaining.
Still confused though.
Why would Asher be sleeping on the floor?
He can be a bit- quirky, but still. Maybe he just slept better on the floor?

Eh, who cares. I'm sure he's fine.

☁️🚞

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