The Streets, Welcome to my home

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My eyes flew open oh I'm still at Oliver's i rubbed my eyes before jumping off the couch and yawning once again my hair was slightly covering my right   eye i grabbed my small bag and a piece of paper i  decided to write:
Sorry I left early see ya later! Ps I  took some bread

Smiling he looked over at Oliver, I admired the other male even though Oliver had been through so much he continued living I love his almost white hair and his bright eyes  I smirked laying the  paper on his   Face it laid on the tip of his nose I laughed lightheartedly as it swayed and fell off, his nose twitching

I opened the door and with one last look then disappeared into the light of dawn as i ran down the street i slowed down panting I pulled my water out of the small bag at my side and gulped it down in seconds wiping my mouth I continued walking until I came across a alleyway turning my feet I walked through it to a shabby apartment building i sighed

The truth was , even though most of my pathetic life was spent on the streets exposed to the cruel world he had gotten an apartment a while back pulling one hand through my hair i stepped inside my apartment it was fairly clean and not to bad but not fancy or Morden I guess you could say it was average

The even bigger truth is that Oliver  has believed all this time that I still live in the alleyways but in reality I like Oliver and well I like spending time with him he is my friend..... But I'm to embarrassed over this apartment to tell him plus if i told him now he would probably hate me or be really mad to the point of no return 

I walked into the bathroom looking at my ruffled brown hair and my deep green eyes I look stupid don't I? Letting out a sigh I pulled of my shirt and after a minute jumped in the shower

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