In which a boy takes a second glance.
(Or)
His blue eyes pulled me into a trance, but frightened me lethally, especially when they were surrounded in black paint. His blonde hair was slicked back and his leather jacket pulled the dark out of his eye...
I couldn't help but stare at her while she sleeps in my passenger seat, my black gun on top of the center counsel. My eyes wander back to her perfectly portioned face. Her hair slightly fell over her eye because of how her head was tilted, leaning against the window as the sun fell down on her, illuminating her face and skin.
What she told me shocked me to the point of myself just staring at her. Her decision made me feel like she was less innocent, and more like me.
That wasn't necessarily a good thing.
I drag the car into park and turn it off, grabbing the gun and tucking it in between my pants and my back before getting out and closing my car door. On my way to Adeline's door, I tug the cover over the license plate off and shove it in my pocket.
I reach her door and open it, catching her as she slides, but does not wake up. I curl my right hand under her legs and wrap my left one behind her back, lifting her out of the car before I grab her bag and close the car door- locking it and carrying Adeline into my house.
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It probably isn't a good idea to keep her in the murder house, but it will have to do until we can get somewhere safer.
She shifts in my arms but I hold her tighter, making sure she doesn't fall as I take my keys out and unlock the front door. Fortunately, my mother is used to having girls home- and she is at work so I won't have to worry about her bothering Adeline while I shower.
Adeline cuddles closer to me and I smile, kissing her head. I know I act sternly with her- maybe even aggressively, but I do care about her, more than I've ever cared for someone.
When I finally make it to the top of the stairs and into my room, I lay her down and pull my blanket over her.
Walking to the bathroom, I set my gun down on my nightstand and tug my jacket off- tossing it over the back of a chair.
I open my bathroom door and walk in, not bothering to close the door. I strip to my boxers and leave my clothes in a pile in the corner of the room.
I lean over the sink, glaring at the mirror while I turn the water on and begin to scrub the paint off my face.
When it's finally done and off, I step back and turn the faucet off. I spin around and yank the knob to the shower, stepping back as water falls from the top.
A D E L I N E
When I wake up, it's with a start- and even though I'm in an unfamiliar place at and unknown time, I can't help but feel sort of... Safe.
Standing to my feet, I stretch and cringe when I feel my outfit still clinging to my body.
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