Midnight walk with the badboy

Midnight walk with the badboy - 1

Listen to the song I tagged above! It makes everything more interesting lol.

| Important: I added a few new lines and made it more descriptive! I suggest yall to re-read it lmao |

I slowly close the window of my room, not wanting to disturb anyone's sleep, well specifically my parents but you get my point. I stuffed my hands inside the pockets of my leather jacket.

I'm sure you would've guessed by now what I'm doing. Yes. I'm sneaking out of my house. Don't worry, I have my pocket knife and a pepper spray, incase something happens.

The moon shines brightly as I walk on the street, which is completely empty. The only sound coming was from my footsteps. I loved walking in the night.

Few minutes later, I reached my destination. The doors open automatically of the shop as I step inside. I like to come here because this shop stays open 24/7.

Amazing, right?

I smiled, when my eyes fell on my favourite blueberry muffin. I'll never get tired of eating them. Ever.

"I'd like my usual."

The boy behind the counter gives me a slight nod. He knows me too, well atleast by face because I come here almost everyday at the same time.

He was the definition of a bad boy.

Or atleast that's what I think of him.

I swear he has a face of a model. He is painfully gorgeous if you ask me. His bright green eyes seem to peak a glance into my soul more often.

His facial features were mouth watering. High cheekbones with impressive jawline. He was really tall with wide chest and perfectly built body. I must say, he was quite big compare to me or anyone for the matter.

I like to call him hulk in my head.

His black but slightly curly hair were messy most of the time. I think he was around my age. Maybe a year old?

He came back with two muffins in his hand, his usual scowl on his face. "Here you go."

I don't understand why he's always serious. It's been three months since I'm coming here. Three months since he's workings here.

He never smiled.

When he stretched his hand to give me the poly bag I notice few tattoos peaking out of his full sleeves shirt.

His voice was deep and smooth. I payed for the muffins and grabbed the poly bag, mumbling a 'thanks'.

I walked out of the shop, humming a song under my breathe. For some reason I was in a good mood. The only problem was I don't have any reason.

Does that make any sense?

I sighed and continued my little journey to the park which is pretty close. I will go there and eat these delicious muffin.

Sounds pretty stupid but it makes me happy.

"Hey stop!" A male voice shouted but I continued to walk, ignoring it. Why would anyone call me this late? And last time I checked, I don't have any friends.