Dai's place wasn't that far away from the trashed party.
Their random walk on the sidewalk was quiet.
Aaliyah didn't talk to Dai and Dai didn't talk to her.
Their hands brushed up against each other, just feeling one another's sincere, tender touch for just a second was somewhat satisfying to the both of them.
But Aaliyah quickly jerked her palm away, the blood rushing to her cheeks.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked.
"A place," he teased.
She quietly started humming a soft tune that her mother used to sing to her.
"Here we are," Dai said calmly.
"Is this your place?" she said flashing her rosy, warming smile.
"Yes" he murmured.
The house was decent and normal sized, the flowers that decorated the exterior gave Aaliyah a very pleasant feeling.
Dai opened the door, a loud sigh following it.
"I didn't quite expect my parents to be home at this hour."
"Dai is that you?" a voice echoed from another room.
Aaliyah's jaw almost dropped as she made her way inside, everything was so tidy and fresh.
"Yes!" Dai said, grabbing her wrist and making way up the soft carpeted stairs.
She was pulled into a white themed room.
She gasped at how magnificent the room looked, it was almost like a studio.
Paint was stacked on every shelf.
She just couldn't keep quiet as she found the one picture of a special painting that caught her eye.
"I have this piece of yours displayed on my wall," she whispered.
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Teen Fiction❝Every time I looked into her congenial blue eyes, I realized she was making the same mistakes as I used to, she brought my past back to life.❞ !! Power is dangerous 2k17 Congenial™ @meltinghrts Started: 5/29/17 Finished:
