Taken

✦ Chapter Seven ✦

I had guessed it had been an hour or so since Will and myself awoke.

I imagined what the weather was like outside. Every morning, one of the first things I would do would be to look out my window at the day, observing what shade of blue the sky would be, the strengh of the wind as it rustled through the trees. It felt foreign to me not to have the freedom to simply peer out at the open world and enjoy it.

"So, tell me about yourself, Miss Violet?" Will asked as he sloppily threw a rubber red bouncy ball against the wall in front before catching it with ease and poise. He must have done this a lot to pass the time, either that or he was naturally a skilled sportsman.

"Not much to say if I'm honest" I spoke truthfully. I was literally an ordinary girl attempting to get some form of a philosophy degree and at least make enough to pay my share of the rent.

He stood up and walked over to me before sitting across from me on my bed. He took a breath before shaking his head in disbelief causing the little tuffs of blonde hair to fluff about his head. It made him look younger than nineteen.

"I've been in here for a few weeks now, I've been alone and I'm utterly bored. Just talk to me at least. Hell, I could probably even guess your lifestory but I'm interested none-the-less." He spoke with confidence and he did seemed intrigued by what I had say.

"So, Guess then" I smirked. This would be fun, a little innocent game to pass the time.

"What?" He asked, rubbing the back of his fluffy head of hair. He looked sweetly confused and it was adorable to see. I'd obviously caught him off-guard.

"My lifestory. You said you could probably guess it. So guess it" I commanded with a playful tone. This little game would provide us with a little entertainment for a while and plus it would be funny to hear what Will assumes my life is like, or what my life was at least.

He took a fake cough to clear his throat before speaking in front of a mass audience. I assumed if Will was this playful and full of life outside of the cell, he would be very popular indeed.

"You're an only child. Eighteen. You inheritied your beautiful eyes from your mother and you're sparkling smile from your father. Grew up in a nice neighbourhood, you know the type, big oak tree in every one of the gardens, children playing gleefully in the street. You probably lived in the corner house of the street, the biggest one. Obviously, you come from a wealthy background but from your "Dave's Diner" shirt you work part-time. Possibly to pay for rent?" He smiled at me with sleek confidence and I looked down at the bland, moth-eaten sheets as he examined my reaction.

"Oh!" He spoke suddenly, "You may also have a pet named Burger or Muffin or Scone because you seem like that type of person honestly" I laughed for what seemed like the millionth time and clapped my hands together slowly and sarcastically.

"He's a persian cat and his name is Mr.Nugget actually" I smiled, it was a stupid name but if you saw him in person you'd understand why, his fur was an identical match to the toasted color of a McDonald's chicken nugget.

Will made a noise between a laugh and a snort at the same time. "I knew it."

"By the way it actually my mother's dazzling, gleaming, wondrous smile and my dad's pretty, beautiful, snazzy eyes." Sarcasm was laced through my voice, "But everything else was close enough" I grinned widely giving Will a look at my overly described smile.

"Ok, enough with the sarcasm. Now you do me" he asked, stil smiling.

"You're hard to read" I stated, still slightly flustered from all the laughing.

"Try, please?" He asked, giving me a pout and fluttering his eyelashes.

I sighed, "You were popular as hell in school. That I can be sure of"

He tilted his head, "How so?" he enquired

I rolled my eyes before changing position on the bed.

"Oh please" I groaned, "You're charming, easy-to-talk to, you're good looking and you're actually pretty funny"

He smirked, head tilted up so his eyes were directed down at mine.

"Good looking, huh?" He spoke.

I felt my pulse quicken and my heart leap. Shit. How would I dig myself out of this one?

"Well" I scoffed, "A guy like you knows he good-looking. You don't need some girl to tell you that. Plus you've mastered the confidence thing to perfection."

"Well, you're kinda tolerable to look at yourself" he commented with a serious expression.

I knew I wasn't no Victoria Secret model but I felt slightly offended at his words. Was I really that repulsive.

"Kidding" he winked and I suddenly felt self-consious.

"Get off my bed" I instructed as he began laughing and walking over to the floor he was sitting on previously.

I got up and walked to the door with a toilet sign on it. Inside was just as bad as the other main room. Dirty, damp and dreary. But I wasn't complaining, I had to go.

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Author's note:

Just a short little update. The next one will be up next week and it will be long and extremely descriptive I PROMISE. I'm still trying to aid my writing skill after all.

Thank you for reading again woo

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