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     "Um, yes I'm fine, I mean no.. I- I'm not hurt," I muttered while rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet, and awkwardly rubbed the back of my neck. He looked at me with sympathy in his eyes and regret in his twitchy smile. He had shaggy brown hair that hung loosely in front of his green eyes that vaguely reminded me of the rich color of moss that grew on trolls back in Limbo.
His smile twitched again along with a deep breath in, "Hey, why don't you let me walk you home, yeah?" He asked. There were lots of creeps out on the prowl late at night, I became very uneasy.
"I can handle myself, thank you very much," I crossed my arms tightly and skeptically eyed him up and down. He wasn't the most unattractive man in the world, but even sexy boys can be creeps. He continued to stare at me, and eventually a big smile erupted on his face, along with two quite adorable dimples on each cheek. A strange feeling erupted in my stomach, it was as if my stomach was being used as a cauldron for a witches bane.
"C'mon Love, it's the least I can do after causing you quite the spill!" He whined, and I think he realized he may have been a tad pushy, because he looked guiltily down at his overgrown, clumsy feet and twiddled his thumbs while he awaited my answer.
"Well, in that case... No." I teased, while sneakily smiling up at the tall boy. I began to walk away, my hands clasped behind my back, head held high. He stood there gawking at me and my confidence, it was radiating. I looked back at him, expecting him to follow, but he was frozen in place, mouth agape. I motioned my head, subtly informing him to catch up, then turned and started walking again. He dashed after me until he was striding along next to me. My smile broadened, not needing to look up at him to know he was right beside me.
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"So, this is me," This was where we would have to say goodbye. Although we had just met, I didn't want the moment to end. I mentally slapped myself for thinking this way, just because I had no clue as to what kind of person he was, not to mention, he was human. Something Granny had always warned me to be wary of. Hell, I didn't even know his name. I brushed all of those negative, yet valid, thoughts away, and asked,
"Would you like to come in?"
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I began to brew some tea while the young man sat idly on my pink silk sofa. It was the sort of sofa someone would see as impractical or mistakenly think it was ugly, but it was something Granny had helped me purchase. In fact it was one of the only things I legally owned.
"So, erm, I forgot to ask for your name?" The man coughed, twiddling his thumbs, something I noticed he does quite often.
"My name's Penthesilea, but It's alright if you call me Pen."
"That's a beautiful name, what's it mean?"
"I was named after the Amazonian queen in greek mythology," I said, fully aware that it was much more than a myth.
"Well, Pen, I'm Harry. It is very nice to meet you," he grinned, flashing me a row of perfectly straight teeth, along with those adorable dimples indenting his cheeks, catching me off guard. My eyes were shamelessly observing his face, his viridescent eyes, his blemishless skin along with rosy red cheeks. He was the very definition of flawless.
I found myself spacing off while gazing into his glittering eyes "Uhh... Yeah, it is very nice to meet you as well Harry, How do you take your tea?"
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We sat together on my silk couch, starting at a comfortable distance, but as the night went on, full of talking and laughter, we had somehow found ourselves oddly close. Our knees were just barely touching and each time Harry began talking, I would catch myself leaning in towards him, not wanting to miss a single thing that formed on his rosy lips. The way his voice rolled off his tongue, made goosebumps form on my exposed skin. I gingerly rubbed my arm in an attempt to make them go away.
"And that's how I was kicked out of target," he giggled at the end of his story and I began to laugh along. Not because of the story, but because of his big goofy smile and charming laugh.
This was the most fun I'd had in ages. Harry was hilarious and his company was very enjoyable. We had decided to put a movie on. It took us nearly 15 minutes to decide between a movie, luckily Harry had the same sense of humor as me, and we were quite happy with our choice.
We sat next to each other, my hands were resting in my lap and his were draped over the backrest of the pink sofa. The interior of my house was interesting, in a good way. I had a whole entire wall lined completely with books, the only place the wall lacked them was where the elegant, arched french doors stood, opening up to a completely different room, larger than the one we were in. The wall behind the pink sofa was made up entirely of brun bricks, along with a few windows that shed very minimal light from the night outside. How could I afford such a large apartment in London all by myself? Thieves always get what they want.
Harry was very fixated on my interior design choices, while I was silently slipping into sleep, hands still in my lap, ankles crossed, and my head just inches away from resting on the boy's shoulder. My mane brushed against his cheek and I desperately wished I could subtly shift in my sleep so I could rest my soft brown skin against his pale shoulder.