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stitches into all your bitches broken hea-I was listening to music on my iMac when it got cut off by a knock on the door.
I ran downstairs to open the door.
"Who is it?" I asked trying to look through the peephole. But I was too short.
Fuck life.
"X." He answered.
X? How does he know where I live? Fucking stalker.
I opened the door.
"Here's your stuff." He said giving me my things I left at school.
"Yeah thanks, uh how the fuck do you know where I live?" I asked about to close the door on this freak.
"Um because I live directly across the street." He said in a 'duh' tone.
"Oh. You can go home now." I said about to close the door.
He stopped it with his fucking foot.
"Yes." I asked getting a little irritated.
"Do you live here by yourself?" He asked.
"Yes." I said getting blunt.
"Where are your parents?" He asked.
He really think I'm about to sit here and talk about my parents to a complete stranger. Hell no.
"Uhm. Why are you still here?" I asked bluntly.
"Because I want to get to know you. Why are you so cold?" He's asking alot of questions.
"Look. I don't trust you. I'm not about to sit here and express my feelings and personal situations to you when your gonna do nothing but tell your fuck ass friends." I spoke. Bluntly.
"You can trust me. I promise." I eyed him down for like 2 minutes before letting him in.
I put my stuff on the table by the couch.
"Nice crib." He complimented.
"Thanks." I said about to get to the point.
"So, get to asking. This is a one time thing." I said ready for him to get out of my house.
"Why don't you live with your parents?" He asked.
"Uhmmm. Because I'm 16?" I said in a 'duh' tone.
"Where's your mom and dad?" He asked. It looked like he was getting interested.
"My dad is somewhere snorting crack, and my mother is none of your business." I said bluntly.
"Why are you so blunt?" He asked.
"Well, if you have a problem with it, the door is right there, X." I said fake smiling and pointing at the door.
"You called me X." He said.
"Duh. That's your name right?" I said bluntly .
"Anyway, what's your favorite foods?" He said getting comfortable.
I'm really starting to like this guy. In a friend way. He seems really cool.
"Um, pasta, curry chicken, salads, macaroni. Stuff like that." I said smiling a little.
We were talking and asking questions all night. Laughing and just having fun.
I was getting kinda tired so I laid on his shoulder while we were still on the couch .
I felt him pick me up bridal style and carry me to my room.
I heard him say,
"Goodnight beautiful." As he walked out of my room door, and then the front door.
He called me beautiful.
That was the last thing I thought of before falling asleep.
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