Hi im Ranboo

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[Tommy's POV

"Sup mate." I say back a bit distant as i don't know this man, he looked about my age, he was tall and hot- no- yes, ok so he was a tall hot man who wore a mask.

"Uh so what brings you here?" He asks Sipping his drink from under his mask,

"Personal, you?" I ask as I throw my empty cola to the side

" I normally come down here every week a few times , also don't litter dude that's not any hood-" he grabs the can and puts it in his backpack.

"Okay so who are you?" I say putting my hands into my sweater jacket,

"Oh- ha yeah I'm Ranboo, 16 years" he says happily as he scratches the back of his head. Knowing he is my age I feel more calm than before, happier maybe.
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"Okay, you shouldn't tell your age to just anyone mate, anyway I'm Thomas Simons, call me Tommy though, no nick names" I say with a grimace

"Haha okay Tommy, what's your age? I don't wanna talk to a 12 year old!" Ranboo reply's

"Fuck of bitch boy! I'm 16 to or- I'm 15 but I'm turning 16 in a month." I say in a light hearted mad voice.

"Man I feel personally attacked here! Bitch boy?" He laughs as he finished his slushee. "OH FUCK!! Sorry I forgot to call my friend one second." He says as he grabs his phone and walks to the side.

"Listen Bill I got side tracked and-"

"I was worri—— yo—-" I only heard some of the conversation but it seemed his friend may have been mad.
As he hung up the phone he sighed a deep sigh.

"Sorry, anyway more about you?!" He says as he crouched on the ground and puts his phone away.
It seems this was the start of something new and better.

[315 words, I've decided I'm going to make a ton of chapters they are just going to be short(100-500 words)! ]

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