Love Killer (sample)

Chapter 2

I jumped from my spot. None lived here, who the hell could be ringing the bell of a cottage house in the middle of nowhere. I walked up to the door to see a tall young handsome boy sitting with his hair messed up by the air and his eyes locked with mine. Huh, interesting but what does he want all dressed up in a stupid random cottage? 

-"Should I be creeped out or...?" I asked jokingly

-" heh, I don't know, should you? do I look that scary to you? Jeez haha." he said ironically and with a smile.

-"haha I guess not...want to come.. in?" I said 

-"haha no I'm good, I don't enter random cottages you know hahaha"

-"hahaha really?"

-"mhm haha"

-"well if that's the case why are you here?"

-" Just saw that someone opened the windows and I was concerned, after all, it's a pretty old and rich house.. theifs are all over the place hun," he said and I was filled with butterflies. 

What the hell was a young man doing here and why did it seem oddly familiar. And what was that feeling... It all felt so wrong but so right at the same time,  he was very odd and different from any guy I've ever met and seen. I didn't want to let myself feel something but I couldn't just ignore what happened. 

After a small talk with him, I insisted he would come in, and he did. He seemed pretty familiar with the place and started talking to me about how he knew my dad and mum. My mum was an alcoholic and I was surprised to see that he was the only person to not judge me or my family's decisions. As we sitted on the flowery-grandma couch and talked for hours and hours while listening to music and admiring the silk white curtains dancing in the wind's rhythm I felt again that feeling that I thought I once and for all I had forgotten. 

"I had fifteen-year dances
Church basement romances, yeah, I've cried
Spilling my guts with the Bowery Bums
Is the only love I've ever known "

-Lana Del Rey