"You can see me?" You whirled around, (E/C) orbs scanning for the person the voice belonged to. Your eyes fell upon a late teens-early twenties handsome-looking man, bleached hair gelled into spikes, like in the eighties. You were slightly confused as to why he was asking if you could see him. You nodded slowly, studying him.
He wasn't bad-looking, bleached hair, Doc Martens, trench coat, typical Wexford uniform. He was also very pale. You yourself were pale, but he could make paper jealous. He was listening to an iPod, blaring The Smiths.
"Uhm, yeah?" You said, looking around. "Was there someone else up here I didn't know about?" You asked. He smirked dryly.
"Very funny." He then muttered under his breath. You furrowed your eyebrows.
"What was that?" He shook his head.
"Just as curious, too." You sat down near him.
"Rory?" You asked. You were very familiar with the girl who had claimed to see the wannabe-Ripper. She was one of your best friends after your near-death experience. She knew what you were going through, anyways. She'd had a near-miss with the wannabe, anyways. You looked back at Alistair.
"Yeah. How'd you know?" You shrugged.
"She's a friend." He nodded slowly, as if this clarified. You smirked, ear twitching as you listened to his music.
"You like Smiths?" He asked and you nodded quickly. He smiled a genuine smile. I could like this girl, he thought to himself.
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OneShots
FanfictionMultiple one-shots throughout multiple fandoms. I will do one-shots for the fandoms in the tags ~I will also do one-shots for my own characters. ~I will need a plot line for it, also. ~Mature rating for Language
