I look up at the digital clock next to my Hatsune Miku figure. "I should get going. It's 6:12 and my bike only goes so fast..." I say, getting up from my comfy position on my bed. The house was across town, in the middle of nowhere. I finish up my pineapple Jarritos soda and fling on my red sweatshirt. "Just in case..." I say, sticking the sharp pocketknife in my pocket.
--Time Skip brought to you by every Hetalia fangirls' nightmare, 'HetaOni'--
As I leave my bike on a nearby tree, I look at the house. It's not a bad house... Hehe. I could- STOP! This is your best friends brother's house. It's 7:01. I'm late, but I'll doubt she'll even care. I walk up to the door step and I hear her voice and someone else's.
After eavesdropping for a few minutes, I knock on the door, putting in a fake smile.
"Hiya~" I say, still smiling like an idiot would. When she opened the door, I saw a guy. Much different then a normal guy. His skin white as Mr. Pedo's fur and a smile as big as the Joker's. He's cool. Act innocent. Act innocent.
As I put on a face of shock on for my audience, as my mind says it's time to let the show begin.
A/N another short chapter. Sorry. I have a lot going through my mind at the moment.
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