Stolen. (lp)

One.

I'm totally engulfed in my twitter feed when I hear the crack of a bat. Excited, I look up just to look back down when I see that one of the players from the Cincinatti Reds hit the ball, and it went straight over Andrew McCutchen's head, and he starts to run but falls. This was the last inning and we were down 14-2 so I realized that there wasn't really any hope. The Pirates have had a ridiculous losing streak lately. My friend Raven from high school met me to come to the game, and we were hoping that they would win, but we are both disappointed at the outcome of the game. We make our way to the exit and I give Raven one last hug goodbye and promise to hang out again soon before we go our separate ways, and I begin the short, but seemingly longer in the dark, walk to my car in the 6th street garage. I slide my phone into my jacket pocket before I cross the Roberto Clemente bridge to reach the street I needed to cross. When I cross the street, and start walking towards the entrance of the garage, I feel myself being pushed into and almost knocked over. I realize the man who ran into me was very attractive, but he was wearing all black and seemed to be in a hurry. He muttered a quick apology and headed on his way, as did I. After paying the fee to park, I entered the elevator and began moving up to the 5th level, where my beat-up Chevy trailblazer was parked. I walked over to my car and sighed before reaching into my purse for my keys. Unlocking my car, I sat down and checked my pocket to get my phone out. But I realized it wasn't there and began checking my purse and the ground outside of my car. After about 5 minutes of searching, I realized it was nowhere to be found and I had to have dropped it somewhere. I sighed heavily and ran my hand through my shoulder-length dirty blonde hair when I realized how much personal information was stored on it. I decided to pull out of the parking garage and search as I was driving. It didn't really work out too well, since every time I slowed down I got beeped at. Frustrated, I just decided to use my roommate Niall's phone to call it when I got home, and see if some Good Samaritan managed to pick it up and be willing to return it. I'm just hoping and praying that no one too awful got it and is planning to use my information against me...

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A/N

first chapter, ayyyy

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