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We carried walking on steadily towards Blade's home. No-one was talking and there was a kind of tension in the air.
“So?” I casually asked Blade trying to break the silence. “What's your real name?”
“Blade.” Was the monotone reply.
“But that can't be your real name, can it?” I tried again.
“Okay! It's Ryan, now will you get of my case.” Blade said
threateningly. His usually kind expression was replaced with pure anger and hatred.
“Ryan...” I tried the name on my lounge. I carefully monitored Blade'sreaction. He flinched and made his hands into fists.
“Ouch!” He cried, “I think I've been stung. Pesky wasps!”
“Oh,” I said gently. So much for reading his expression.
Jack went over to have a look at Blade's arm and as he turned his back
to me I saw how the evening sun reflected off his light chestnut hair. I
saw how his broad shoulders stuck sweatily to his t-shirt. I was sure
that when he turned around I would see the outline of a six pack
sneakily hidden under his top.
Wait! What was I doing! He was a boy!
A boy!
Oh My God! I totally fancied him. I licked my lips. And he wasn't half
good looking.
“Here we are,” said Blade, interrupting my chain of thoughts. I looked
at the massive mansion that loomed in front of us. Ivy covered the walls
giving it a Gothic look. Wisteria was flowering around the large oak
doors as well as tulips scattered around it's large grounds. It felt
lived in. Alive.
Unlike my Mum. No! I mustn't think of that. I looked at Ryan expectantly.
“Home.” He said.
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The Runaways (on hold)
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