Between You And Me

stranger danger

Music filled the large space of the room.
I couldn't hear anything other than the song playing through the speaker, not my thoughts, my worries, not even my heartbeat.
My body flowed swiftly along with the beat and rythim of the song.

All my movements were sharp and on point.

I had been at the studio for hours now, sweat had long formed but I couldn't stop- I didn't want to.
My mind cleared whenever i danced, I didn't constantly think about the meanings of life and what matters and what doesn't, what I stood for and what I didn't.
To put it shortly i didn't feel tied down by the expectations of the world.

I love dancing and I'd do it forever if I could, but the human body gets exhausted and I could push myself until I reach my limit but when it cannot  take it anymore, there isn't much room for negotiations.

I plopped down on the floor, my chest rose and fell as I tried to catch my breath- I was heaving.

I should go home before I miss my show.

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Frequently my mind trailed back to that night.
The night of my misfortune.
It was a night just like this actually, I had just came back from dance class.

Shortly after I witnessed the lifeless body of that man, reports of random killings surfaced. The news announced that a serial killer was on the loose.

I wasn't too frightened, i live in relatively big city...

...what are the chances of me running into a psycho killer.

As I kept walking though, I couldn't shake off this odd feeling that i had.
I felt it the minute I set foot outside my apartment and as soon as I left the studio. I tried to not think about it.
I mean with all the things i have done in my life, that feeling wasn't foreign.

But this one felt just a little bit different.

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Steam coated my bathroom and a citrucy sent followed me as I walked out with my bath towel around my chest and another around my head.

I did my night routine and moisturized and dried my curls with a blow drier.

I picked out a black oversized tee with the words written in bold "I ♡ SLUTS." Most of my tee shirts are vulgar like that- some are worse actually.

I don't know why that is, if anyone would ask me why, i don't think I'd be able to come up with a response fast enough. Not that i have to worry about anything like that anyway.

I grabbed some leftovers from my fridge and reheated them. I zoned out for a full minute before the microwave signaled it was done.

I plopped down on my couch, as soon as i turned the TV on, my favorite cooking show popped up. I came right on time.
There's no way I would miss "Masterchef."

I love cooking shows way too much.

After a good ten minutes passed, I heard a knock on my door.

Funny, maintenance usually doesn't arrive this late.

Upon opening the door, a stranger carrying a duffel bag, a living greek sculpture of a stranger looked back at me, dressed in an black. I normally don't find a lot of  things attractive, even if they are, it's just never that big of a deal, but with this guy i have to say- God took his sweet devine time sculpting him. I'll admit.

I scanned the stranger up and down, his eyes did the same before he cracked a small grin.

"Can I help you?" I inquired.

"I doubt it," he readjusted his grip on the duffel bag before looking back up at me with a blank face. His forced smile long gone. "Can i come in?"

Before I could answer he had already pushed passed me and into my living room.

What the hell?

"This place is spotless," he mused. " you'd swear it cost millions, it doesn't look middle class at all!"

My face flushed at the sudden intrusion. I'm not the best at standing up for myself- thanks to all the years of people pleasing.

"Please get out, I don't remember inviting you in- I don't even know who you are!"

"Well if that's the issue then let us not waste anymore time." He walked over to my living room and plopped down on my couch.

"We have a lot to get to know about each other."

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A/n: So like yeah...everyone meet, umm...I still don't know his name yet...

Third chapter :) and I'm still excited. Call me will.i.am  I've got a feeling that I might actually finish this one.