*Leslie's POV*
I feel a soft lick on my cheek. Bear- he's here? Where are we? I open my eyes up slowly and look around the room to see if it's familiar. And it's not. I have no idea where I am. Let me back track for a bit. I was headed home from the park and saw- Oh! That girl. Maybe this is her place.
I sit up on the bed and notice that I am not in my original clothing. I am wearing jean shorts and an oversized hoodie. This is actually pretty cool.
*Knock* *Knock*
"Um, hello?" It was a girls voice. I turn and see the pink haired girl in the doorway. I got to take a quick once over look at her.
She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and I am assuming that she's got shorts on because if not god damn..
"My name is Allison Brown. I'm sorry this is all of a sudden but I'm assuming you fainted out there, so I brought you back to my place. I hope that was alright. I also checked your phone for the contact 'Mom' and texted her telling her what had happened. She said it was okay that you're here and that you normally faint when it's cold. I may have crossed a line and I'm sorry. You can go if you would like too."
I just stand there astonished and bear made it towards my legs- sitting beside me as he waits for his command.
"Um, well.. Hello Allison. My name is Leslie Wilson and thank you for contacting my mother. That was very kind of you. I'm used to getting mugged every time I faint in public but what you did was amazing. I must repay you with dinner?"
I just rested my hand on the top of Bears' head and I could almost see a smile on his face, (if dogs could smile).
She smiled sheepishly and nodded her head. "That would be wonderful Leslie, thank you." I sat back on the bed and she joined me. We began talking about everything, like what school she went too versus now and out favourite subjects.
Here is what I know about Allison Brown:
1. She lives with her mom and dad. But they are always out so she has the whole place to herself.
2. She has three older brothers who have all left home and are in college or are in uni.
3. She is 17 years old. (She's one year older than me).
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