You stood there and waited for your
Spree driver, hm Kurt Kunkle...you throught to yourself. He pulls up to the side and calls your name. "Hey! Y/N! I'M your spree driver!" he shouted out from his car. You smiled and walked over, after you had gotten in his car he asked about your day and you told him it was okay. "So, what's a hobby of yours?" You asked the man sitting infront of you. "Just..trying to get famous" he said with a smile, you felt your cheeks heat up with a bright pink being splattered over your cheeks. "You know, you are cute so maybe I'll let you live.." he mumbled. Uhm, what did he mean by that...?
(This is my first time writing a story I might end up publishing so the chapters might be a little short)
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