I sprung awake from my slumber after hearing the door bell ring downstairs. Once I realized that it continued and that no on else was going to answer, I hopped out of bed and down the stairs towards the front door. I opened the front door to see the stranger from the grocery store, only this time he had no mask and I could see his sharp jawline, complimentary to his defined atoms apple in his neck and black dangling piercings from his ears.
"How do you know where I live?" I questioned without any hesitation.
He rubbed the back of his neck,
"I know it seems creepy, which was not at all my intention, I was just a bit worried and wanted to know if you were okay, so I followed you back. When I realized that other people lived here, I was going to just forget about it. something told me just to check and make sure though anyway." He chuckled nervously.
"Oh, yeah, that's fine. I'm alright I was just surprised because I've never had that happen to me before." I said as my face started blushing and I dropped my head a little towards the floor.
"By the way, what's your name?" He asked, breaking the temporary silence.
"Uhhhmmm, the name's Kit." I said hesitantly.
"Kit. I like that." He chuckled, giving a small crack of a smile to his mouth.
"What about you?" I asked.
"Me? I'm Chris." He flashed a charismatic smile and wink.
I let a small laugh escape my mouth, to which we both started busting up in laughter.
"Hey, you wanna grab a bite with me, love? My treat."
I smiled.
"Sure, let me get changed real quick and I'll be right out."
Just then I realized that none of my brothers were around. As Chris went to go wait at his ride, I looked around for my brothers or even a note but nothing to be found. They must have gone out.
I ran upstairs and quickly threw on this,
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and pulled my hair back into a messy ponytail.
Just as I closed the front door behind me, Chris had already made his way to his means of transportation, to which he grabbed a helmet off of.
"Holy crap. Nice bike." I exclaimed pretty loudly in pure amazement, to which he chuckled and nervously rubbed the back of his neck once again.
"You-you a uh, fan?" He asked, his voice trailing off.
