Reed the Street-girl

Magical Fucking Green Eyes :3

Right then and there, gravity found me. Weight was brought back to me and space stood still. My hairs no longer floating; they're reaching upwards as I seemed to slowly start to re-zoom my fall.

The lantern saw this and I proceed to fall backwards; yet again. Though this time, I fell backwards all the way until I was head-first, falling.

What little belongings I had left joined me and we all fall head-first into the unknown world below.

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The pain forced my eyes to shot wide open signaling my brain of injury. I didn't groan nor flinch. I seemed to notice the way I've been reacting to everything that just happened.

Sitting up, I noticed softness. Someone's bed. And then bandages. It hurt to think about how I got here so I decided to not think.

Suddenly, I noticed soft snoring and someone out of the corner of my eye. Quickly observing, I immediately recognized him. The boy from the cemetery. Though different, or just older.

Longer, blonde hair tied in a low ponytail; length to the middle of his back, he looked to be the thin but a little bit of the muscular type, and he wore a sort of black-heavy lookin' like overalls with a long white button up underneath. His shirt sleeves rolled up. Here and there were some smudges of dirt or grime. He was sitting in a chair close enough to me to prop his head up with his arm against the bed I'm in.

Looking around, there was a window on the same wall the bed's back board was laying against.

Moon light shone through. It instantly made me feel homesick.

Funny. I've never had that feeling before. The feeling of wanting to go home. No, not that home. I mean the streets, New York, and their hamburgers.

Gosh, I feel so not me right now. Maybe I'm just fucking tired. Hey. That sounds more like me; me cursing and cussing.

I lowered my bandaged self back onto the bed. He probably did that; the blonde dude guy. Sighing, sleep finally took me away.

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It's way to fucking early to be 'morning', I swear! Tired as fuck and it hurts EVERYWHERE!

Defeated by the joyful rays of sunlight, I dragged my body up and outta bed. Now searching for a missing blonde dude guy. Limping and groaning along the walls, feeling it up and down to hold onto and treasure dear to my heart cause I luv walls!!! (sarcasm involved) Because falling on my face would hurt like a bitch.

From bedroom, to hallway, and magically in the library, I found the blonde dude guy. Though I found him, he zoomed away unaware of my presence with some books. He's acting like his own book keeper.

Damn it! He moved away AGAIN!

Hoping from one bookshelf to another with the occasional small table, slowly inching towards his direction.

I bumped my bad leg on a small table, "OW! SHITTY, FUCKING GODDAM- OWIE!!!" It hurt like hell.

"Ah! Are you alright?" The blonde dude guy magically appeared before me ready to take me away in his arms.

Gripping my leg and having a very tense owie face, I looked up and I nearly fell backwards. His eyes took me by surprise. Big, round and green. Like green, green. Real GREEN.

He had his hands out ready for me to grab onto. When I hesitated, he slowly reached for mine and stopped, not knowing what I'll do. Can't blame him for that.

I sighed signaling for him to help. So he helped me up and towards a chair where he came from. Slowly I sat down and get comfortable. Blonde-y stood there patiently, waiting if I needed anymore help.

Looking up, I gave him a slightly pained smile saying 'I'm all good.'

I could tell that he's relived cause he sighed and put his hands on his hips. "Ah, that's good." He added a grin. I hadn't responded, my eyes were glued to those green ones.

"Ya like them?" Grinning wider having spotted my slight blush..

"N-no! HOW WOULD YOU KNOW? YOU A FUCKING STALKER OR SOMETHING?!"

Pausing, then he abruptly bursts into laughter. What the fuck? Eh, this guy's confusing. I'll just have to accept that.

"Did I do that?" Pointing to a huge mess of papers, books and knocked over bookshelves behind the guy.

He looked and then scratched the back of his head.

"Haha. Um, yeah. You see, I was in the kitchen last night and I heard a crash. Came to check and there you were; under it all."

"Ah, so you saved me from 'The History of Our Past'?" I said jokingly, picking up a book from the table.

We burst out laughing and eventually crying so hard from it. Trying to contain it, he held out his hand to me.

"Name is Fabron Ellis."

Wiping tears from my eyes, I shook his hand. "You can call me Reed; no real last name."

And that's when I truly realized something. He's the same boy in front of the tree. But older.

((A/N: I know this chapter is kinda short but im working on it XD. laterz))