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His lips shon a bright red as they glistened in rain water. His blonde quiff had become a saggy mop on his head, mine was a complete mess. His smile made the goose bumps on my arm raise even higher. 'Are you cold?' His genuine concern gave me an unusual grin. 'Yeah, just a bit' 'here' he wrapped his arm round my shoulders and brought me into his chest. 'Why don't we go back to my house, in the warm' I felt a sudden stab of fear. What if Ashton hears me come in? But I couldn't object. I was too cold, my teeth chattering. 'That would be good' i whimpered through my gritted teeth.
I brought up my flannel shirt across my head as a cover from the water droplets. It was as close as I was going to get to something to keep me dry. 'God your shivering so much! Your vibrating me!' 'I am your trusty dildo, always a pleasure' i mutter. We both chuckle at my dirty joke. 'Well I'm the one that made you wet' 'ok that was good' we continued this pointless banter until we reached the massive grey doors to the house. By now I pretty much had frost bite on every inch of body and needed the warmth of inside. 'Come on, let's get this shivering wreck into the house' his comment confused me as I thought he was talking to someone but to my surprise he was talking to himself. 'Who are you talking to? Your imaginary best friend?' 'No, I don't need an imaginary one' he winked at me. Suddenly, the massive doors opened and Luke's dad stepped out. This was the first time I had seen him. I was quite shocked. He had a long droopy fringe that covered almost all his eyes and a bright purple tux. I have to admit, he looked very good. 'Hello Lucas, who have you got here?' 'His voice was sounded like velvet. It was beautiful and tuneful like Luke's. 'This is Chelsea, she's new!' 'Is she like your other 'friends'?' He asked sarcastically. 'No, nothing like them' 'ok then, nice to meet you Chelsea' he smiled at me sweetly. I actually felt rather welcome. We proceeded into the house, finally warm. I breathed out in relief. 'That's better' Luke laughed at my reaction. 'Come on, let's go to my room!' I felt overwhelmed by this. I was going to Luke Hemming's bedroom! 'Ok!'
His room had a strong scent of Lynx wafting around in circles. He had a small drawing pad in the corner. I was curious what was inside but didn't want to be rude and just pick it up (oh the joy of being socially inept) 'luke what's that?' I asked pointing to pad. 'Have a look' he handed me the pad, I opened slowly like a present. Inside were beautiful drawings of me with a small song to go with them. It was amazing. 'This is so good' I whispered In Disbelief. 'Do you really think so?' 'Of course! Nobody has ever done something like that about me before' he slipped his hand into me and squeezed it gently. I felt like they belonged together, slotting together like two matching prices of a jigsaw. I was Somewhere I belong.
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Imprinted ♱ l.h
RandomBeing lonely is a dangerous thing. Being alone can drive us to the very edge of our mind. Maybe even over it. We all need someone to imprint ourselves into. Someone we love.
