Streets

3- Hes A Flirt

I chuckled as I heard him sing as he took out the frozen peas.

His singing was low, yet beautiful.

"Here ya go." He smiled. His smile was bright. He handed me the peas, in which I placed on my forehead.

"Alright." He smacked his hands together. "Where to start?"  He looked around.

He slowly took my cigarettes out of my pocket. "These are gonna kill ya." He smiled.

"Let's now start basic." He said. "Your name?" He asked.

"Yours first."

"Nah. Ladies first."

"It's always that. You go."

"Fine. I'm Anthony. Anthony Ramos."

"I'm Lea. Lea Riveria."

"Hey! I was in a movie and there was a girl named Lea! D-don't ask what movie..."

"I wont."
I now really wanna know what movie.

"Ya into musicals?" He asked, grabbing his phone.

"Not really. I'm more of a street music kinda girl."

"Ya sure?"

"I'm not into musicals."

"Well I'm into you."

"What?" I turned to him.

"Nothing, I said nothing. Ya like jazz?" He said with a slybrow.

And I just bursted out laughing, and so did he.

"Your something, Anthony. Your something."

"Your something as well. Your lucky to survive through that." He said, looking at me.

I yawned. "Mhm."I laid down.

4 HOURS LATER
Anthony's POV

I woke up, something weighting down my shoulders. I looked at my shoulders.

"Lea?" I asked.
Lea had fallen asleep on my shoulders.
I shook my shoulders. "Lea, wake up."
"LEA!" I screamed, waking her up.

"Finally." I said.
"Wh—...." she said.

She jolted up and ran to her bags. "I gotta go! It's late. Everyone's gonna think I've been sleeping with you, and that's not right. We just met and—"

I walked up to her and slipped something in her pocket. "If we just met, is this wrong?" I smirked.

"I hate you." She said, leaving.

Once the door was closed I whispered,
                                                                       "Too bad I like you."

AS A FRIEND OR WHAT?!
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You'll find out soon....
Very soon...