Katalia
The night sky was enticing. I loved nights like these where, the clear night sky's look mysterious,eerie, calm, tranquil, but most of all entrancing. Sometimes I felt like the moon was calling me, but that's impossible.
As I made my way home I decided that, tonight I would hit up a local party. As I got closer, I could here the music. The music was loud, but not loud enough for it to be coming from outside- it's definitely coming from a basement of some kind. This is often what I did when I had rough day, I went to local parties- never drinking. It always intrigued me how people could down so much of that shit. I wanted to make conversation, but the layers of conversations, the creakiness of footsteps and floorboards, make it difficult to hear.
"hey," That voice was familiar, I looked back to see where it came from. Oh hell no. He didn't just follow me, could it be a coincidence a guy looking like that would come to a place, like this?. I looked at him making sure it was him.
"are you following me, not only are you an asshole, but you're a stalking asshole?"
He looked over at me his expression flat, " don't flatter your self princess, I just came to have fun, how do I know you're not stalking me?"
I stared at him unconvincingly. "so", he said after a moment. I could hear someone-or several someones actually, by the chaotic thumping-climbing down the stairs by us and coming out the basement. "what are you doing here?", did he just ask me what i was doing here?.
I walked over beside him, "what do you think?," he took a moment to think. " well, it's a friday-," he was cut off before he could finish
"cops," someone yelled
I looked at him, and he just stood there. "how did you get here?," I asked
"my car"
"where is your car?," he pointed to the direction the cops were coming from. This dumb-ass obviously didn't know the area.
when he just stood there, I grabbed his hand and ran. " you better be able to run, or i'm going to beat your pretty face in, for slowing me down", I said.
He was fast, like super fast. After turning a couple of corners, and running for about a half a mile, i figured we had lost them and came to a stop.
"okay, so that," he told me," was pretty impressive "
"one of the bonuses of being a delinquent," I replied
I looked around, I wasn't familiar with this part of the neighborhood.
" this is the second time i've saved you in 1 day, pretty-boy just can't stay out of trouble huh?,"
"i'm not from here," he admitted
"so, you were following me then?", I said applauding myself, for my victory.
"technically, no," he said looking up.
my legs hurt from all the running, so I decided to sit. "what are you doing?,"
"I'm sitting, what does it look like?", I replied
He looked at me and continued," do you have any idea how gross that ground is?", I bit my lip, today was complicated enough, I did not need to hear why he wouldn't sit on the ground.
I looked at him," I really don't know, nor do I care so, you can either sit or stand"
After a couple minuets of staring at the ground he decided to sit beside me, "whats your name," he asked.
"what ever you want it to be", I replied.
"its a start", he said, "so, do you always save people, or should I feel special?"
" feel special, I don't always save the morons from the bitches...and the cops", I added with a smug smile.
He laughed, and stood up,"we, should probably get back," he said.
now was the perfect time to break the good news to him," we probably should, but I don't know this side of the neighborhood," I said while laughing.
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Hey, its zizy. welcome to my world. ... It's made up cupcakes and rainbows. I also would like to know what you guys thought of the characters. This is my first story so, I don't know all of the mechanics of writing a good story....yet. But i promise i will get there someday. And please excuse any grammar/punctuation mistakes, English is not my first language, so please understand that there maybe some errors. And also this chapter was kind of short, but thats only cuz I have exams this upcoming week so I have a limited amount of time to write, but once the summer rolls in, I'll be writing longer chapters. Thank you for ready.
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