I carefully got out of bed and threw on whatever shirt I touched out of my drawer and pulled on a pair of black ripped skinny jeans. I pulled on my maroon converse and opened my window. I slung out one leg and and carefully turned around so I was looking at the big oak tree. I reached for the closest tree branch and started climbing down the tree. Once I touched the ground I ran to the corner and waited by the street light.
It wasn't near 9:30 yet so I had plenty of time to whatch the other fight's at the street light two blocks over. I walked over and watched the fights, watching the amateur street kids fighting. They weren't to bad but they couldn't knock each other out, each repeatedly threw weak punches aimlessly trying to hit the other but failed. I looked down at my watch to see I had five minutes till Justin would be kicking somebody's ass. I started the short walk to the street light where the bigger and longer fights would begin.
This is a work of fiction I do not own Justin but everything else I do. If you copy in any way I will find you and I will have it deleted. This is mine!
Started:9/27/15
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The Fighter
FanfictionHe's a fighter what can I say? He kicks ass every Friday night, knocking out every wanna be out with a single punch. Maybe that's why I'm attracted to the bright street lamp at 9:30 ready to watch him.
