Remmy n' Arin are big on having fun~
**Arin's POV**
He knew nothing, I knew what to say about the world, is that a good thing to take pride in? He was a raging spirit. But one thing was for sure.. he was a hot spirit.
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I decided to go on a walk. It was late at night, and it was dark. I needed a breath of fresh air. Not the air inside my house. It teased with my airways leaving me at a loss for thoughts and all basic brain procedures.
It was late at night. And I saw a rat run across the road. It scared me so bad.
It was late at night, and I saw more rats. I decided to run along the sidewalk to get far away.
As I ran into the overwhelming darkness, I noticed how the amount of street lamps was slowly decreasing.
The darkness took over as I reached the final street lamp. I had no clue what road I came from, they were all identical. I started to panic. What if I don't get home? Do I even want to be at home?
It wasn't worth the thought, so I ran to the right. Or was it to the left- or did I run backwards? I have no clue. Whatever, I ran.
I ran, so fast I swore the wind was picking me up. I heard a weather alarm sound from the house next to me.
The thing is, I wasn't one for dealing with weather. Well, rain was fine. But thunderstorms? I'd be a target of Zeus- or whatever God there was up there. At this point, who gives a shit?
I heard a noise, it sounded kind of like a house party. So, consuming all of the surrounding air, or- all that my stupid little lungs could take, I walked up to the door, and knocked. When the door was opened, I immediately blushed.
Remmy Westley Ratatouille De Schaal
My old school crush.
Oh my God, I was gonna die. But I needed to get home. I asked him if I could borrow his phone. He said sure and led me inside.
Putting his hands on my shoulder, as he led me to his phone and stared at me. He was biting his lip, wasn't he?
I shakily dialed my dad's phone. No answer.
I tried my mom's phone next. Straight to voice-mail.
I gave up on trying because there was no way in HELL I was calling my brother to drive me home.
I guess I'll have to stay the night.
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I purposely made the title sus. Do not fret.
One thing I will never do is write anything about smut/pregnancy/18+.
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Scattered Oneshots
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