"Your touch feels like the sun fading upon my skin, and now I am craving you under the blue sky, waiting for the moon to shine and bream"
-B
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Current Time (New England);
Start; 8:38 p.m.
Finish; 10:24 a.m.
Song; Johnny boy by Twenty Øne Piløts
*:･ﾟ✧chapter 3; Johnny Boy✧･ﾟ:*
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Talia's p.o.v.
"Who are you?" I spoke facing the stranger, who had the need to seize the precious book I was about to take a hold of.
He gave me a questioning look saying 'are you stupid?', seems more of a statement rather than a question if you asked me.
"Samuel?" He gestured he waved his hand in small circles.
I raised an eyebrow,
"Samuel Matthews? doesn't ring a bell?" He tossed the books from hand to hand,
I shook my head 'no' in response.
He rubbed his chin, "Huh".
"What?"
"So, you have no clue who I am?"
"Are you new or something?"
"Uh, no"
"Then how come I've never seen you or heard of your name until now?" I questioned him,
I crossed my arms making sure my book wouldn't slip.
He just shrugged his shoulders,
"Oh well uh, my name is Talia,"
I stuck out my hand for him to shake and he gladly took it.
Me being only 5'5 1/2,
He was much taller than me, maybe 5'11-6'0 maybe.
Deep brown hair that was in the classic swoosh that fuhk boys have,
He had green eyes, almost hazel,
A very nice jaw-line, as Melanie would say,
Nicely sculpted lips, a good shade of pink also I must say,
He was lengthy and had broad sho-
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