The beauty of murder.

Old stories

Picture of Mike.

Ignore what I said last chapter About 10 votes for the next one, I'll do this and about 4 more before I start waiting for you guys.

I'll also go back a chapter and add a few things like an image and a correct grammatical sentence because I dun goofed last time a little.

Any way, hope you enjoy.

As I walked home smiling to myself with my hands in my jacket pockets I thought about Cynthia.

Eyes the colour of the ocean, voice like sugar and a radiance that made you feel warm and cosy inside, like lying on bed with a cup of hot chocolate in your hands getting comfortable, to say I was happy was an under statement. I was over the bloody moon! and I can't believe I got her number...

I walked up to the door of my house and slid the key inside. I entered and closed the door behind me before hanging my coat up on the rack.
With a sigh and a smile I pulled open the fridge door and took out a can of carling. Out of the corner of my Eye I noticed a shadow of a man looming over me.

I slammed the door shut and instinctively punched the stranger who had materialised behind me.

With a loud crack he fell to the flaw with blood streaming down his face. Then I noticed that I actually new this person, his name is Mike Jefferson my best friend.

"JESUS CHRIST! DON'T FUNKING DO THAT!"

Holding his nose Mike stood up and moand through the pain.

"No, just me all though I've been told the resemblance is remarkable." He said sarcasticly through a chorus of moans.

About 5 minutes past, and in that time I learned I didn't brake his nose so I  gave him some tissues and a cold beer.

"So" he coughed "did you hear about what happened earlier? A car spun  out of control burnt up and crashed through a shop window, two people died and four are in the hospital."

"Yes" I snapped "I was there. In fact without me three people would have died."

"Why superman? Who did you save this time"

"A girl, Cynthia is her name. Would've been crushed and burned if it weren't for me." I smiled.

"Ooooh! Alright prince charming did you get her number?! Are you her knight in shining armour?" He asked this tilting his head and clasping his hands together to rest his chin on his knuckles as he smiled.

I stayed silent. Didn't reply. Only grinned.

"Is that a yes or a no? numb nuts!"

I finally answered pulling out the paper she'd written her number on placing it down on the table.

"He'll yeah I did! I'm not passing up an opportunity like this. She's fucking beautiful. Absolutely stunning. I'm calling her later to check on her and then again tomorrow to ask her on a date."