𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬

𝑳𝒊𝒎𝒐

Kyra

☁️ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Ten months. It's been ten months of distraction. Faye found herself a new boyfriend while everyone carried on the same. Lyra became ten times more annoying, but I might only be realizing that now.

"I just want to go home, already." Lyra's been whining for the past five minutes we've been on the bus. I don't know how I'm still sane. "Shut up, will you?" Faye rolls her eyes, and I wonder if it'll fall out.

"We're home now, so will you stop whining?" Faye said, but Lyra went to—I don't even know. "Look! There's a limo parked there; there must be someone famous or something." Lyra shouts from the kitchen. I look out the window, and indeed, it's a limo.

"Go steal it for me," Lyra orders me, stuffing ice cream in her mouth. "No. Are you crazy?" "I've always wanted a limo, ever since I was a child!" "Children can't drive; wait until you grow up." And with that, she shoots me a glare, and I give her a stern look.

She huffs dramatically and turns back to her ice cream. "Should we check the limo out, though? There might be someone in there." She asks, "No, probably not; if there is someone in there, we shouldn't bother them." She shrugs and walks upstairs. I follow her and step into the shower.

Despite Lyra's protests that she was going to shower first, I turn on the water, letting the steam fill the bathroom. The hot water feels good against my skin, washing away the day's annoyances. As I lather up, I can still hear faint muttering from Lyra outside, definitely cussing me out. Typical.

After my shower, I head back to my room, towel-drying my hair. Lyra runs into the shower and locks the door. I roll my eyes. I glance out the window again, curious about the limo. It's still there, dark and imposing. I wonder who it belongs to, but I push the thought aside. It's not like it's any of my business.

 Faye's laughter echoes through the house, and I realize she's on the phone with her new boyfriend. I don't even know the guy's name or, mostly, anything about him.

 I throw on some comfortable clothes and head to the living room, where Aura is sprawled on the couch, watching TV. She glances up at me as I enter and then quickly back at the screen, engrossed in some reality show.

"Anything interesting going on?" I ask, plopping down beside her. "Just some reality show," Aura replies without taking her eyes off the screen. "You know, the usual drama." I nod, half-listening, my mind still lingering on the limo outside. A few minutes later, Lyra comes downstairs with her hair wrapped in a towel.

 "Ughhh, I want to steal that limo so bad!" "No! We can't steal someone's property, Lyra!" Aura looks at her and says, "We could go to jail." "Well, can we at least go check it out?" She asks, "No way." I say firmly. "It's not our business."

 "It is in front of our apartment, though," she mutters. "And what if it is someone actually famous?" "Or a criminal," Faye chimes in, her eyes glued to her phone and her fingers moving rapidly. Lyra pouts but drops the subject, at least for now. I settle back on the couch, watching the reality show.

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"Okay, Aura can you put the show off now? You've been watching this for literal hours." "Just one more episode, please." She begs, and I nod, knowing if I say no, she's going to whine.

"Guys, that limo is still outside," Zyra says, peering through the window with impatience. "We have to go check it out!" Lyra shakes my shoulders, and I give in. "Fine," I say. "We can go check it out."

 I get up from the couch, going out the door to the limo, and I put my face on the window, looking inside with my hands cupped around my face, trying to see better. "Um," I begin,

"There's a man passed out inside." "What do you mean by there's a man passed out inside?" Zyra asks, "Well, there's a man passed out in here, like I said." I shoot a glance at Zyra. "Don't we have to help him or something?" Lyra asks.

I try opening the door, surprised that the doors are unlocked. I grab the man's arm and struggle to pull him out. Zyra grabs his other arm and pulls him out.

"He's heavy," She huffs, "Lyra, grab his legs." "On it." She grabs his legs and kicks the door closed as we struggle to bring him into the house.

 We set him down on the couch, and I stared at him. This man is fucking beautiful—his dark hair, the muscles, his sleeping figure. I shake my head and turn to Lyra and Zyra. "How do we even help this guy?" Lyra asks, and I just shrug.

She and Zyra go off somewhere, leaving me alone with this stranger. I observe him more; I can't help but lift up his shirt a little, and, oh my god, I have to resist touching that six-pack. Just as I was about to cover him back up again, his eyes fluttered open.

 Blue

 I stare at him while he looks around the living room. "Uhm, hi," he says, looking at me like he's studying before his mouth opens. "Hello," he says, really raspy.

"KYRA, I FOUND A FIRST AID KIT. Maybe we could use that." Lyra comes in with the first-aid kit. "Kyra, hm?" The guy says, "Nice to know the name of one of the people included in kidnapping me." "Excuse me, sir; for your opinion, I—we just saved your life." Lyra chirps in

 "I could've done that myself." The man stands up and basically reaches the ceiling; he's got to be over 190 cm, but he just wanders in our apartment. "So is he just going to leave or...?" "I honestly don't know."