It's nice to hear another british accent again... lile music to my ears... and no, the Founder doesn't count.
The guy, I'd say... a year older than me?... he has black hair, dark brown eyes, and he's probably around my height.
"Can I sit?" he asks. I nod, looking back out into the horizon. "What are you thinking about?" I look over at him. "I'm not just gonna give my secrets to someone I don't know." I say. "Don't you think it would just be easier to get it out of your system though?" he asks. I shrug.
A few minutes of silence... or at least it feels like minutes... it's probably only, like, 30 seconds though.
I sigh. "If you really want to know, my friend and I got in a fight. He quit a job, which he knows that he can't, for the second time... I can't cope there on my own." I give in, telling him.
He just nods. "Same... about the fight thing... not the job though. But that definitely sucks." he replies. I run a hand through my hair, sighing.
"Beautiful, isn't it? It's my thinking place. Haven't been here in forever though." I say. He glances at me. "Why not?" he asks. "I moved." I shrug. "Not very far though?" he asks. "No... very very far. America." I say. "Then how did you get here?" he asks. I smirk. "I didnt actually intend to end up here... but I have my ways."
"You can't run from problems." he sighs. "I know. I didnt mean to. I hate running." I say.
"Well in that case..." I hear a click, and feel something hard press to my side. Immediately I stiffen.
I don't need to look down, I know what's there... a gun.
"... don't run." he says. I look at him. His eyes. Dark. How did I not notice the hollow darkness of them before?
He leans in close to me, too close, scarily close. He whispers in my ear "When I say go... we stand, and walk to the black car behind us, got it?" His voice is calm, deadly calm. I shiver, and nod.
He leans away for a second, looking out to the water. "Such a beautiful view." he says. Then he leans in again. "Go."
I stand. But instead of walking, I freeze. I can stop this. I feel him press the gun harder into my ribcage, and I wince a bit.
Stupid move, kid.
You just gave me the courage I need.
I glance around, no one else close enough to see.
Good.
I smirk at him. "You missed something." I say. He looks at me quizzically. "What?"
I don't answer his question. I just smirk, and teleport away.
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The Tomorrow People
FanfictionThey say that home is where the heart is. I guess that means that your home could be with a person too. In my case, it's a group of people. But I've never really had a home. My name is Lyric Young. I'm different than the average person, and not ju...
