Never Be Alone #justwriteit

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Right now it's pretty crazy
And I don't know how to stop or slow it down
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I pushed open the doors of the studio into the warm night. The bright lights of the city sparkled around me. I looked around and spotted it. Derek's baby. A dark blue jeep. I slid into the passenger seat and closed the door behind me.

I reached for the seat belt behind me and buckled in. I heard a small cough, it was only then I looked up. The first thought that came into my head:

That's not Derek.

The man was beautiful. He looked somewhere between 19 and 20. He has soft looking dark brown hair. His sculpted features were enticing. A mouthwatering jaw line was covered with a lovely tanned skin. Luscious pink lips were set just above and were extremely distracting. His beautiful chocolate brown eyes completed the whole ensemble.

I realized I was staring and quickly looked away.

I then realised that this was not Derek's car. I reached for the seatbelt with many muttered apologies. The guy just continued to stare. "I am so sorry. I thought this was my brother's car and, uh, crap...I am so sorry." I mumbled as I tried to get ahold of the door handle.

I then heard a small laugh. Turning, I looked at the obviously amused man. "What?" I asked defensively.

He grinned. "Nothing. Just, are you Zoe Spritz?" I slowly nodded at him.

"Yeah, why?" He smiled.

"Did your brother mention that he was sending someone to pick you up rather than doing it himself?"

I growled. "He failed to mention that. How can I know to trust you?"

The guy continued to grin. "You might want to try checking your phone. He told me he texted."

I grumbled, pulling out my phone. Yep. The last text from Derek read, 'Cyrus-a good friend of mine-will pick you up. Sorry Sissy.' I glanced at the guy sitting next to me.

"What's your name?" I asked, hesitantly.

"I am Cyrus Kent. Pleasure to meet you." He grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it. I felt heat flood my face but tried to contain it. "Greetings." Serious mental face palm for that. Greetings? What even...?

He just gave me another one of those beautiful grins as we pulled away from the curb.

What I learned as soon as this happened:

1. Cyrus is an insane driver
2. It is possible to make sharp turns at 100 mph.
3. I. Am going. To die.

Cyrus drove like a mad man on acid. I was holding onto the edges of my seat the whole time. My life flashing before my eyes. Luckily, we made it to my apartment in one piece.

The second the car stopped, I unbuckled and jumped out, leaping onto the sidewalk. A wave of relief washed over me. I didn't die.

Once I was able to stand right, I glared towards Cyrus. He was walking around the car, casually, swinging the key on his figure and just looking like a huge prick.

Arrogant bastard.

Without a second thought, I leaped at him and grabbed the keys. I then turned and sprinted towards the building. I tossed the keys at the poor Valet and kept running. I yelled a hello to the doorman, Nick, as I ran passed. He just nodded and laughed. I ran into the elevator and quickly pressed the floor number.

I looked up to see Cyrus only five feet away and heading full steam towards me. He burst into the elevator just as the doors closed behind him.

He grinned at me and had to resist the urge to slap him. With a controlled tone I asked, "And what do you think you're doing?" Cyrus beamed. I glared at him.

"Escaping. Obviously. What are you doing?"

"Didn't your brother tell you?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Tell me what?"

He smirked. "I'm going to be living with you for the next few months! Won't it be lovely?" I had a two-bedroom apartment and Derek was only with me some of the time. He looked so freaking cheerful and had an annoying grin plastered to his face. It annoyed me so much that I punched him.

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"Bloody hell, Zoe! Why would you do that?" I glared at my brother. I was giving him the silent treatment. Childish, I know, but how else was I supposed to deal with him? He was tending to Cyrus's bloodied face. Luckily, I hadn't broken his nose, just made it bleed...a lot.

I may be small, but I can and will hurt you. Cyrus glared at me, while I glared at Derek, and Derek just attempted to rid Cyrus of drying blood.

Silence hung in the air like heavy smoke. Finally, Derek cleared his throat and sat up. "You'll be fine. Just keep the ice on it." He then turned to me, expression shifting. "What the HELL is wrong with you?" I just shrugged and looked up at him innocently.

"You punched him in the nose! You must have had some reason?" I sighed.

"He was explaining to me about how he was moving in here..."

This piece of information made Derek groan. "Dude...really? We agreed to tell her together." Cyrus just sniffed and turned away. I raised an eyebrow at Derek, waiting for an explanation.

"Sorry I didn't tell you before, Zoe. I was going to when you got home but it seems as if Cyrus beat me to it." I sat there, waiting for him to get to the point. "You see, Cyrus is going through," he glanced at Cyrus. "Some hard stuff right now and he needs a place to stay. Also, I'm leaving for my trip soon and I want someone to be here to take care of you. Please Zoe? Please?" His eyes widened, making him look like an adorable puppy.

"Yeah sure. Whatever. We'll be fine as long as you don't touch any of my stuff or eat my food." Cyrus glanced towards me. His eyes no longer filled with malice. I could barely make out the uttered, "Thank you." before he stood up. "I'll take the couch."

I didn't argue. It was the only available space left. I yawned, stretching like a cat. A cute cat, no doubt. "It's getting late. I'm going to bed. Derek, show him where the stuff is. Night losers." I pushed myself out of the armchair and towards the bathroom.

When I was done brushing my teeth and washing my face, I headed to my room. Once the door was closed, I stripped and pulled a pair of sweats and a sports bra out of my drawer. I stepped into cozy items, tossing my hair up in a messy bun. I then dove into my bed. To lazy to even wipe the remaining makeup from my face.

I snuggled under the blankets and drifted into a dream-filled slumber.

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After what could have been minutes or hours, I woke again. The ghost of a dream flitted across my memory. Soft pink lips against mine, possessive and hot. I felt the blush that dusted my skin, turning my entire being pink.

It was the wee hours of the morning, judging by the blaring numbers flashing from my alarm clock. I grabbed my phone from my nightstand. Might as well read.

I knew when I awoke in the night, I wouldn't be going back to bed. Not by a long shot. I roamed around Tumblr a bit and then paid a visit to my beloved Wattpad.

Two hours later, I decided that I should at least try to get a little more shut-eye. Turning off my phone and snuggling into my blankets, I managed to lose myself in dream world again.

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Picture of Cyrus to the side