This is the story of two people from two different worlds who somehow fell in love.
Rose Black - 22
Grayson Woods - 24
Mr. Dark - Trayvon Dark
Julius - 23
I woke up in my room, the events of the day before returning to me. I hopped out of bed and threw on a t-shirt and basketball shorts. I was also moving, so I decided to pack my things. Several hours later I still wasn't done packing when I receive a text message from Trayvon.
"The boys will be knocking on your door to grab the boxes."
"Ok, what will happen with my house?" My speech bubble replied.
"You can keep it and use it when you need to get away for a bit."
"Awesome!"
A couple minutes later, I heard a loud hammering on my door. I went over and let in the "boys" Trayvon had told me of.
"The boxes are in the living room," I said as they passed me.
Though it took me forever to pack everything, they had loaded all of my boxes within the hour. I grabbed the last few boxes I packed last minute and put them in my car; not my Aventador, my Impala from my mom. (My mom gave me her car for my 18th birthday because she got a new one.)
I would miss the space, quietness, and the deserted streets of my home. As I lived with Trayvon in his mansion, I learned that the next few weeks were only going to get harder. It was alright for the most part, but the training that Mr. Dark had told me about was just as bad as he said it would be.
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