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Ava's POV
"So second adventure is......." I asked Greg. He looked up into the sky as if the clouds were magicly going to spell out our next adventure. Then he looked back down at me and smiled.
"What! Tell me! Whats your idea!" I practically screamed at him. Whenever he had a good idea he looked at me as if I had food on my face then smiled. He was doing that right now. Then he shook his head and got hold of my wrist. Then he practically dragged me to this funny odd building.
"What the hell is this place?" I asked him. He still hadn't said one single word since we came off the bus.
"I like to think of it as home for the next day or so" he said.
"What! You must be friggin kidding me! We have over a grand in our bags and you decide that we should sleep in a warehouse! Nahh mate I'm going somewhere posh" I told him.
"Look its only an old building and I packed lots of blankets and food, we could save the mone for another time. We don't know how long we are going to be away for. I don't know about you but I have nothing to go back to"
"Me neither, I guess" I murmured under my breath. Greg lifted my chin up and smiled. He then leaned in and planted a small kiss on my bottom lip. I could feel my cheeks getting pinky and he laughed.
"Your so sweet, you know that?" he said.
"Oi! I can be a real kick ass chick if I want to be so watch it!" I told him. He knew I meant it but that's all the detail he needs.
"So....what do you think?" he asked me. I waited about 10 seconds of looking sad, then I smiled.
"Okay, but I get the thicker blanket" I told him, then started walking towards the warehouse. I could hear his footsteps behind me as I opened the door. It stunk.
"Eugh! OMG this place is...EWWWWW!!!" I shouted, whilst trying to hold my nose so it wouldn't breath I this stench. As I looked around I saw an old man in the far corner with what looked like a beer can in his hand. The place stunk of urine and god knows what else. If someone said their was a corpse in here somewhere, I actually wouldn't be surprised!
The door closed and I looked around. No-one was there?
"Greg? Can we go somewhere else?" I asked into mid air.
No reply.
"Greg?" I asked again.
No reply.
"Greg? This isn't funny now you know how much I hate this game" I said again. I heard footsteps behind me, so I immediately spun around.
Nothing.
I started moving back towards the door I came in, looking around desperately to find Greg. Where was he?
I saw the old man still in the far corner of the room. Not even my shouting from earlier had woke him up. Drunken idiot. I was right by the door now, and still looking into and around the warehouse, I lifted the handle up and opened the door.
Taking one last look at the warehouse I stepped back. I bumped into what felt like a big rock.
I slowly turned around to see a man around 6ft (remembering how small I am) with the biggest muscles I had seen. He had a black coat and trousers on with a black hat tom match. So I was guessing he wasn't the local paper boy.
