He stares at me then asks
"what's wrong?" He says not taking his eyes off of me
"umm... this is way to much it's fine it's only a few oranges, why are u staring at me?" I said worryingly
"um you have orange all down your top" he says giggling
"oh great wow" I say slightly pissed off
"listen I have a few shirts in the flat I'm staying at I'm sure one will fit you if u want one"
"Sure" I said hesitantly as though you was asking a question.
10 minutes later...
We had walked down a cobbled path to a small dark area in town where a sandstone building stood,
"Well this is it" he said
"Wow, well this is isn't the most shady building I've ever seen" I said in the most sarcastic voice ever and I meant it it was far different from the mansion I was staying in,
"Well it was cheap so why not?" He chuckled.
We stepped through the door and entered a room with nothing but a single bed with a crocheted red cover, a black suite case and small night stand with a blue container on it. The room smelt like dust, it was weird because the room was cold and it was mid thirties outside.
"Here" he said breaking my fixed thought, I looked down and there was a purple t-shirt, I grabbed it and he said "there's a bathroom there"
so I followed the point of his finger and slid into the brightest room in the house, I was holding my breath expecting the bathroom to knock me out but to my surprise it was the most ventilated room in the house. I slipped into the shirt and stepped out he was standing there with a smile from ear to ear
"You look good"
"Well thank you"
"Shall I walk you home?"
"Sure why not?" I said cheerfully.
So we stepped out and walked down the cobble road the sun was blistering hot and my fair skin was suffering,
"Do u want some sun cream?"
"Uh, oh um yeah ha I'm dying here"
He pulled out his little pot of factor 50 sun cream,
"Why do u need that? You tan don't you?"
"Yeah but I don't like the idea of skin cancer" he says while tutting
2 hour later..
"Oh crap we must have taken like fifty wrong turns" he huffed,
"Oh wait i haven't even asked your name",
"Oh it's Nicholas, but u can call me nick, Nicky what ever you want", he said while hopping on each cobblestone,
"Oh and I'm Amber" I said in a gentle voice.
Nick stopped and leaned against the wall, a small squeaking sound was coming from his mouth,
"Nick are you alright?" I said in a slightly concerned voice.
He was frantically searching his pockets for something, his breath was now struggled and shallow...
TO BE CONTINUED...
