He tried to steal my bike. Not a really good beginning for a love story. But I guess some things are meant to be, like we are. Even though I feel like there is a missing part of his story, which I have to find out.
"You must think really bad of me now." He said. I couldn't reply. I thought about driving home without saying anything else, but I couldn't move. I don't even know why. "Believe me, I am not as bad as it seems like." He continued. "Maybe I like bad boys." Shit. That's not what I wanted to say, I promise. He raised an eyebrow. "Really? You don't look like it." He answered . "Yeah, uhm... whatever." My brain doesn't work, but at least I started driving again. "What's your name?" I heard him yelling, but I didn't answer.
After 30 minutes I arrived at home. I wanted to open the door, but someone else opened it from the inside. My brother. "Oh hey, where are you going?" I asked him. "Out." He answered. What a lovely way to be welcomed home. He rushed past me and picked up his bike. I went inside and the sound of the television welcomed me. "I'm back!" I yelled, took of my shoes and went inside the living room. My parents were sitting on the sofa, watching the news. I gave them a kiss on the cheeks and they said hello to me. Then I went up to my room and sat down on my bed. I opened Instagram and checked what's new. Then I decided to post the picture I took today in the museum.
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