My Gabe Helmy Love Story

Stranger

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I was walking on the side walk and I will see this girl on her phone. She isn't even looking up. Idiot. This is gonna be good... I walk up to her and stop. She runs into me.

M: Hey, watch where you're going.

She doesn't even look up.

???: Sorry! Sorry!

This is just too good. I look away, very pleased with myself. I look at the girl. She's staring up at me. She's really hot. Her hair is brown and curly, reaching just below her breasts. Her tank top his hugging every curve. Ok, now let's play it cool. Get the chick to like you.

M: No, it's ok. I wasn't watching. I shouldn't have snapped.

The stranger nods her head in forgiveness. There's a long pause, and the girl is looking at something behind me. I turn my head to see what she's looking at, but there's nothing there.

M: Are you ok?

???: Yeah, wait what?

M: You were just kind of staring at nothing.

???: I do that a lot...

M: Just wanted to make sure you were fine.

And I just walked past her. I could feel her eyes following me as I walked away. I knew that there was something I had to do. This chick was hot. Of course she probably has a boyfriend. Well, unless she was actually a complete freak once you actually met her. I turned around but she was already gone. I turned back around and continued to walk until I got to my friend Justin's house.

M: Hey man!

J: Hey Dylan!

M: Dude, so I saw this totally hot chick on the way here. I swear I've never seen her before.

J: Maybe she's new to the neighborhood. What does she look like?

M: Brown hair, short, curly ha-

J: The only new girl here is blonde. I wonder if you're talking about...

Justin stopped talking and went to his computer.

J: Don't tell anyone, but I have a log of the people who live here.

M: Dude, what the f*ck?

J: Actually it's my parents' logs.

Justin's parents were what you might call "supervisors" of the neighborhood. They watched for suspicious activity, controlled who moved in and who moved out. They even had keys to all the houses that weren't being occupied.

M: Oh. That only makes it a little better.

Justin whizzed away at something in his computer. On the screen showed all minors that lived in the neighborhood. He scrolled down until I saw her. I pointed at the screen when I saw her.

M: That one.

J: Her? Ok.

He clicked on the image and it took him to another file. It had all of this girl's information.

J: Ok, her name is Gracie Livingston. She lives with her mom and brother. Her dad is deceased. 16 years old and goes to Tillman High.

M: Anything else that I need to know?

J: Yeah, I have stuff in my personal file for her.

M: Personal?

J: Like, information that my parents don't need, but need to be known for people like us.

M: What the literal f*ck, man?

J: Green eyes. Brown curly hair. Caucasian. Female, obviously. She is 5'4", weighs 125 pounds and has a foot size 9.

M: I don't need to know this!

J: Hold on. She's on social media. Everything that you're on, her username is Unicornez6425. Whatever that means. Her number is (888)276-6760. Don't text her. She lives at 1651 Ruby Tyler Parkway.

M: Thanks man.

We messed around for a few hours afterwards, we even looked through some other files on people we knew.

M: Do most communities have this?

J: Probably not. They might have the name and number for everyone that lives there, but not this...

M: You're so freaking weird.

Soon after, we were completely wiped out. As we were trying to go to sleep, I thought about Gracie. I got on her social media and looked at the pictures of her. She's really hot. I followed her on Instagram, and it's not weird because we have mutual friends. I fell asleep. Sadly, I was shortly woken up because Justin kicked me in the face.

M: Dude, what the f*ck?!

J: Sorry man.

There was a long pause.

J: Dylan?

M: Yeah?

J: You really stink.

I smelled my shirt, and I really did.

M: Just when I thought you were going to say something heart warming.

J: In your dreams, Parks.

M: Whatever.

I rolled over and heard Justin start to snore. How that kid could fall asleep that fast was beyond me. I tried to go to sleep, but all I could think about was her.

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Did you like it? I know, later than I wanted it to be, but that's fine. Not many people read this anymore anyways. But thanks to those of you who do! In case you didn't catch it, Mr. Perfect the stranger's name is Dylan Parks. How I view him is Ashley Parker Angel. But only pay attention to the pictures of him with short hair.

Also, did you try to call the number?

Did you look up where that place is?

Also, you got some information about me. Nice, right? No? Ok... :(

Vote, comment, enjoy!