Walking into the dark backroom, I stand, anticipating Mom to jump out, otherwise laugh, or maybe even get angry at me for something. Anything. Where was she?
Trailing my hands along the peachy walls of the backroom through the kitchen, which was where I saw the light, I confusingly stand in the middle of the room. Why was the kitchen lit if Mom wasn't here? She couldn't have been anywhere without texting me first-
I pull out my phone and quickly open my messages
...shes not like that.
Anxiously sighing I rub the back of my hand on my jeans, a nervous habit I acquired as a child.
I decide to check around the house, and to put my backpack in my room first. Jogging over to my unlit room, I hush myself. Placing down my backpack with a thud, the next room floorboards creaks. I pause.
There was someone in the house.
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Tiger Stripped Leggings {Joshler}
FanfictionWhen visiting a local mall, Josh meets a boy in stripped leggings. Swollen smiles and poetry verses in, with an occasional personal walk to the mall, he realizes something He has completely fallen for the boy. Tyler lives a luxury life with his dad...
