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Angel (2)

I sighed heavily, trying hard to get comfortable before settling on my back. Staring up at the ceiling, I wish my eyes would start drooping already. My hands reach up and rub my face as I let out a soft breath, before they drop back at my sides.

I tilt my head to my right, my eyes meeting the dirty blond hair of the woman sleeping with her back to me. She shuffles in her sleep, her shoulders protruding as she does so. I take a deep breath and begin pretending to be asleep, seeing as it's almost five already.

I sit in silence for a few more minutes, my quiet thoughts interrupted by her slightly deafening alarm.

She groans after a moment of it's annoying drone of a tone, grabbing her phone to shut it off. She sits up, grabbing her bra from the floor with her back still facing me. I quickly close my eyes and relax my body, feigning quiet, soft snores.

She takes a few minutes to get ready, moving onto the bathroom for a while longer, and then to the kitchen. She was sure to come in and grab something out of her drawer before going back out. Before she leaves the room, she stops at the door. She weirdly takes one more look at me, thinking I'm asleep, and takes a photo of me and my exposed chest before leaving.

Creepy.

Once I hear the latching shut of the front door, I sit up and run a hand through my hair. The stacks of books on her dresser across from he seems to stare at me, as do the rest of the random entities scattered across her room. I haven't slept and I'm still not tired. I pull on my shorts with a grunt, skipping on the shirt and walking out to her hallway.

I walk into the kitchen, heading straight for the coffee maker to see that there's already coffee out for me on the counter. There's a small note next to it.

Thanks for last night ;) I brewed some coffee for you, in case you see this while I'm gone.

-Fi

Who calls themselves fi? Her name is Fiona for fucks sake.

"You're not special to her."

I turn around to see a young girl staring at me, sitting at a dining table with a book in hand.

"What?"

"You're the third guy here this week. She has a stash of those notes in her desk. The brown one with the vase of tulips, you probably saw it," the child's voice is as monotone and her face is blank. She continues to stare, her eyes looking full of life at such a young age, yet her expression solely... Blank.

"You're her daughter?" I assume, setting the note down and turning back to face her.

"Yeah. You're Scott, I heard her say your name last night. To her, you're number forty-something. She's probably going to be out again tonight, looking for another guy to waste her night with," the young teen sighed, opening her book back to her saved spot. "I hope she stops soon." And with that, she's silent. Her eyes move across the pages swiftly, almost too fast. She flips to the next page in less than a minute.

This mother must be pretty horrible.

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After grabbing my shirt and dumping her coffee down the drain, I'm out the door and on a walk to God knows where. I'm out in a place I don't recognize with no one to turn to for help.  I walk for what seems to be fifteen minutes before I realize I'm going nowhere.

I keep walking, hoping to find a subway or something. I don't think I'll have much luck, seeing as this is a cozy place. Looking around, I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the cool air that surrounds me. I set my eyes on each tree I pass, my mind elaborating on their different patterns and bark, the different shades of orange, green and yellow falling off the branches. I watch as a small leaf falls at my feet, fluttering its way down as it flashes yellow and brown. I decide to pick it up once it touches the ground, focusing on its tiny features that no one else would care to see.

It's amazing what a difference is made when a leaf dies.

It's crumbly, thin and frail while the rest of the leaves are thick with life and green as ever. Holding it up to another leaf, one that looks slightly smaller, I notice how different the two really are. How did these come from the same tree? Even their shape is a bit different.

A gentle wind comes, blowing the leaves in different directions as the branches slightly sway. The leaf I was comparing to the one in my hand pulled away from me, as did the others. I drop the leaf, watching it twirl back and forth as it gets closer to the ground, rolling down the sidewalk as it lands.

I sigh, finally beginning to walk again. I look ahead, seeing small shops along the road. I take in the cute little bakery down the road, my eyes averting from that to a little pizza place. I smile at the little treasures that line the street. This place is adorable.

I see someone walking down the sidewalk parallel of me, and I cross the street at the nearest cross walk to ask them a question.

"Excuse me, uh, do you know where I am?" I ask the random passer-by.

"Where are you trying to get to?" He asks, tilting his head a slight bit.

"Uh, Los Angeles," I say, waiting for him to answer my question.

"You haven't got a long ways to go. The closest bus station is three blocks that way," he pauses to point behind him. "-and the schedule's there. You're probably only thirty miles or so. Where are you coming from?" He questions, looking at me with a puzzled expression.

"I don't know. I just got out the door and started walking, I guess. Thanks for your help, uh," I pause, waiting for his name.

"Mario José," he smiles, holding his hand out for me. I shake his hand with a smile before putting my hands in my pockets.

"My name is Scott."

We talk a bit, getting to know each other for no real reason. He just seemed kind of interesting, I guess. After a bit of conversation, he mentions that he has to meet someone at the muffin shop.

"Do you have the time? My phone died a while ago," I rub the back of my neck, trying to ease the tension from laying awake in that uncomfortable bed all night.

"Uh, yeah. Let me check," he pulls his phone out of his pocket, turning it on to see the lockscreen before shoving it back in his pocket. "It's a quarter after seven. It was nice to make your acquaintance, Scott. Maybe I'll see you again sometime," he smiled, before walking around me. He turns around and waves as I say bye, waking into the cute bakery I was admiring earlier.

He seems nice.

Mario's POV

I shiver a bit, pulling my coat tighter on me. Turning left, I walk into the familiar little bakery, sending a wave Scott's way before I walk in. With one little breath, I walk over and seat myself at the table, saying hi to him as I sit down.

"Hey, Mitch! I just met the nicest guy.."

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Sorry for any mistakes haha wow I'm hyper as hell far and too anxious to go through and edit

Farewell for now :)