The Paper Boy |NaLu|

{2}

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{Lucy's p.o.v}

next morning

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Sunlight leaked through my blinds that were left slightly ajar. I groaned as I stretched my tired limbs.

Here we go, another day. I yawned, as I rose up from my bed, but something stopped me. I felt this funny feeling. You know, that feeling you get when you think someone is watching you? Yeah, that feeling.

I slowly turned my head around, and had a mini heart attack to see that there was a pink haired boy in my room.

"Omg, how did you get in here?!" I screeched, as I fell back onto my bed. hiding behind my pillow.

"Wait, wait it's okay," he said calmingly. "I'm not going to hurt you, Lucy." he spoke

"W-what, h-how do you know my name?" I questioned, peeking my eyes out from the pillow.

"Of course I know you," he started. "You created me."

"Wait what?" I said.

I threw the pillow on the ground and got a better look at the boy. Soft pink spikey hair, green sparkly eyes, clean tan skin...... WIAT

WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!

"y-you, look just like the boy in my drawing." I stuttered, grasping another pillow, readying it to throw at the intruder.

"I know," he said, awkwardly. "That's because, I am the boy in your drawing."

"B-but, that's impossible," I screeched. "Who the hell are you, and how did you get into my house?!"

"U-um.. I-" I cut him off:

"Is this some sick prank?" I asked, looking around for cameras. "Where are the cameras, this isn't funny!"

"Lucy, this isn't a prank." he said in a reassuring tone.

"Wait... b-but, uhuhuhuh, I'm so confused." I groaned, pulling at my blonde locks.

"It's okay, calm down, Lucy." he said, sitting down next to me, in which I immediately pushed him off my bed.

"Oww." he groaned, rolling on the floor, clutching his arm.

"Oh, omg, are you okay?" I asked worriedly. I didn't mean to hurt him that much.

I crouched besides him, checking him over for further damage.

"Y-yeah, I'm okay, just a bruise," he said, standing up. "You're stronger than you look." he chuckled.

"Sorry," I said, scratching my nape. "So, you're really the boy from my drawing?" I asked.

"Yep." he said, holding up the drawing that lay on my desk, planting the same smile in the drawing on his face.

It was a perfect math.

They looked exactly alike. I even noticed the small scar on his neck.

"W-what, how is this even possible!" I said, covering my mouth in disbelief.

"It's hard to explain, but I'm here to be your friend." he smiled.

"Friend?" I questioned.

"Yeah, that's all you ever wanted, right?" he said, tilting his head. "So, here I am." he smiled.

"B-but, this is so, impractical," I said, pacing around my room, as he just started at me strangely. "How, how did this happen."