"Excuse me" a deep, raspy voice pulls me out of my sleepy state.
I sit up, rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands before taking a look at the stranger standing in front of me.
"Excuse me?" He repeats himself.
"Hmm?" I mumble.
"What are you doing out here sleeping on a bench" he half laughs in his question.
"I uh.. Nothing, I'm gonna go now" I didn't even know who this guy was but, I sure as he'll didn't want to talk to him about why I was sleeping on a bench.
"Why?" His voice comes out a bit whiny and I find it funny.
"Because I don't know you!" I try to keep my voice firm but, it comes out stupid and pathetic.
"Suit yourself" he says, turning his head to act as if he doesn't care.
I giggle and turn on my heel and walk down the street.
For an odd stranger he was nice.
In my life I haven't has many stranger confrontations.
I catch a glance of my appearance in the window to a shop as I walk by.
I look like shit, my hair is pulled into a messy ponytail and I'm wearing sweats and a t-shirt.
I looked homeless.
I am homeless.
I let my hair loose, and run a hand through it as it falls past my shoulders.
"This is a nice place" the same voice I heard only minutes before is back.
I spin around, already knowing what to expect.
The boy. His golden-blonde looked shiny in the morning light.
He is gesturing to the shop that I was, we were standing in front of.
He must have seen me checking myself in the glass.
Wait, he must have followed me.
"Did you follow me?" I question him.
"Me?, no" he places a hand on his chest to act as if I had hurt him with the accusation.
"Your a bad liar" I insult him, with a smile growing on my lips.
He had a thick accent.
"No, I'm not" he states, mimicking my smile.
Who is this guy?
"Do you want to have breakfast?" He asks before I can speak.
"I don't even know you" my eyes flick to the inside of the small diner and I feel my stomach grumble slightly.
"Are you hungry?" He questions me again.
"No" I attempt to lie.
"Now, who's the bad liar?" He laughs.
"So, are you coming to breakfast with me are what?" He points to the door.
As far as I know this boy could me an ax-murderer but, somehow I felt different about him.
I hesitate for a moment, before stepping in the diner with him behind me.
He directs the way and sits us at a booth in the far corner.
He twiddles his thumbs for awhile before speaking up.
"So what's your name?" He asks.
"What's yours?" I shake my head, I wasn't giving my name until he gave me his.
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Fanfiction"What are you running from then?" He asks, a smile painted on his face. "Everything" she admits. "Your past will catch up to you one day you know" he plays with the piercing on his lip. "I know" she whispers. "All the little pieces." He breaths. "Al...
