An Arcane Scrapbook Collection

DWC /// Day 9 - Catch him

Cara walked down the street side by side with her friends, dragged along to their shenanigans, going along with what they wanted as it usually went. Though most times she would've rebelled and argued, today, she had a good reason for coming with.

Her eyes scanned the area in search of a familiar face in the crowd of people walking to and fro. He and his group of dumbass friends usually hung around in this area around this time of the day, so she hoped to catch him here.

And soon enough, she caught sight of the group of bikers, chilling by the street, smoking and downing God knows what kind of poisons into their bodies. Laughing and joking around.

It didn't take her long to find the person she was looking for in the group. It wasn't exactly difficult either. Despite having the look down to the letter, leather jacket, gelled hair, and those terrible shades that would probably ruin his eyesight. He always ended up sticking out like a sore thumb.

But she found it cute. It went to show just how different he was from everyone else.

"Ugh- there are those darn lowlives" one of her friends grumbled out, a look of disgust settled on her face as the group scooted a bit to the side to avoid having to walk by so close to the bikers. Cara simply rolled her eyes in response.

The two groups met each other's gaze as they walked by, a look of disgust from Cara's, and a smug smirk on others. But Cara's eyes were only on him.

He lowered his shades to better look at her, a dorky smile forming on his lips.

Butterflies emerge in her stomach and she wished she could just snatch him away and run off together to the beach. But that idea was a hundred different kinds of bad. So she'd have to settle with just these stolen moments and longing gazes when 'conveniently' walking by.

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Short version.

Cara walked down the street with her friends, dragged along to their shenanigans despite her complaints. Though today she had good reason for agreeing.

Her eyes scanned the area in search of him and his group of dumbass friends who usually hung out around the area. Maybe she could catch him.

And soon, she caught sight of the group, chilling by the street, smoking and laughing.

It didn't take her long to find him. It wasn't exactly difficult either. Despite having the look down to the letter, he always ended up sticking out like a sore thumb.

But she found it cute.

"Ugh- there are those darn lowlives" one of her friends grumbled out, as they went out of their way to avoid the others.

The two groups met each other's gaze, disgust on Cara's, smug on others.

But Cara's eyes were only on him.

He lowered his shades to better look at her, a dorky smile on his lips.

Butterflies emerged in her stomach and she wished they could run off together to the beach.

But that idea was a hundred different kinds of bad. She'd have to settle with just these stolen glances as they walked by.

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Today we had to write two pieces. One with long sentences and the other with short? Whatever that means? Soooo like- I tried. ;-;