I woke up with a horrible headache and was greeted by a pale blue room. I Looked around to see a painting canvas and a mess of art materials. As quickly as a headache came so did the memories of yesterday, I quickly pushed the covers off and rubbed my forehead, that's when I noticed that I wasn't wearing my bonnet. I ran to the mirror to see my hair matted down on one side. "NONONONONO, THIS IS IT, I'M DONE FOR!" I screeched
A tall figure ran into the room and yelled: "ARE YOU OKAY, ARE YOU HURT!" Checking my arms and legs
"Ian?"I whispered
He looked me over with worried eyes, I quickly looked back down and remembered my hair. I slowly pulled my shirt over my head. One of his perfectly shaped eyebrows rose in confusion.
"What are you doing? He sighed
"My hair is a mess."I whimpered
"Yeah, It's kinda lopsided."He hummed with his back turned
I searched his bed for my keys, phone, and my dignity. I opened the door and whispered a faint thanks and that's when I felt his warm hands around my waist.
"You're really leaving without a kiss? He asked with a mischievous grin dancing on his lips
I looked at his lips to see him bitting them. I sucked my teeth and walked away from his house and that's when I realized that I had no idea where I was.
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Cold hands, warm hearts
HumorEmerson Davis has never considered herself amazing. After her parents dies she was left with her younger brother Mateo, but one day she met Theo and nothing has been the same since that day.
