I thought as I looked up at who opened the door in front of me. That wavy black hair, cool skin, brown and blue eyes... It's the guy I've seen in the crowd. The one that made my heart race.
He was as stunned as I was. I looked at him like a dumb ass for a few seconds as no words could leave my mouth. They all seemed to be stuck in my throat.
But finally, I gathered up the courage to actually speak up. - Hey, um, I'm sorry but I've got the cops on my ass and I need to hide... - I started, trying to hide how nervous I am. This was the most stupidest plan ever, to hide in someone's house when on the run. But it was my last choice. I've got almost caught in my other spots.
Before I could even ask him straight up if I could stay, he already answered.
- Sure. Let's get your bike in the garage. - He said with a subtle, polite smile.
- Thank you. - I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. I smiled back, and quickly turned around to get on my bike as he opened his garage door. It was automatic as expected by his house. A goddamn villa.
My jaw dropped when I saw what's on the inside. Seems like he's a fan of Japanese cars and muscle cars. This was a car fan's fantasy. I shook the initial second shock off and rode my bike in, slowly, carefully, in fear that'll break something, as if there were fragile statues all around.
- Here, we can hide your bike in here. Just in case. - He hummed under his breath as he opened a small room under the staircase that lead into his house. It was the perfect size for my Panigale.
- Once again, Thank you so much you're saving my ass right now. - I said, giving him a little bow. - No problem. I feel ya. - He nodded.
His smile was heartwarming. I felt my cheeks burn with blush, I felt lucky to have my helmet on.
*** I still can't stop thinking about Liam. He hasn't been answering any of my calls, texts, messages... God. What if he got killed? What if he got in a car crash? What if he got arrested?
- So, I've never actually told you my name. - The black haired boy said as he walked through the doorway of the living room. He actually hasn't told me his name or anything actually. I'm practically just staying at his house without knowing much about him.
- I'm Zevon. - He said, leaning forward, with one elbow on the backrest of the couch as he outstretched his other hand to me. I took his hand in mine and shook it.
- Angel. - I replied. - Zevon, huh? Like, Keller's son? - I asked as his name ringed a bell in my head.
Zevon looked off to the side, a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. - Yes. - he answered awkwardly. I felt bad for making him feel uncomfortable and I let go of his hand, and let mine fall to my lap. He straightened himself out.
- Is Angel your actual name? - He asked, cocking an eyebrow. A quick change of subject. And here he put me in the same place as I put him in a second ago. After a few seconds of silence, I decided to respond. - No. -
- What is it then? - He persisted. - That's something I'll keep private for now. - I said quickly, shifting nervously on the couch.
- Fair enough. - Zevon nodded. - If you need anything, just call me. - He left the room with a quick stride.
***
The door bell rung. Instinctively, I got up to answer it... but then I realized this wasn't my house. And it could be the cops too. I saw him in the hallway, and he looked back at me. He motioned for me to get ready in case.
- Yes? - I heard him say.
- Hello sir, we came to ask you some questions. - A man that sounded like he was in his 40's spoke. I heard something rattling, and I figured it was handcuffs on the vest. I didn't hear Zevon respond. Yet, they bombarded him with questions. One stood out to me, Did you attend the illegal race on 24TH northern street?
He answered with a plain no, and that he also wished to remain silent. And in no time, the cops were gone. It's impressive. He impressed me with how quickly he fended off those cops.
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