He followed me home, Can i keep him?

chapter 1

This is a funnier one! from my emo ish style! well the beginning is a little uummm dark? haha but itz gunna be pretty funny! enjoy! comment vote fan!

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I run away from home a lot. But like a sad little puppy I always go running back to them with my tail tucked in between my legs. I really hate my parents. They are always going off somewhere leaving me all on my own. We lived in a giant four story house in New York City. My father and mother co- owned an electricity corp. that was known everywhere in the eastern United States. So they were always taking "business trips" and when they come home I am as rebellious as possible.

Yeah, I know I'm a bad kid. If only because they were bad parents.

As it happens they just got home late last night. We had a big fight about an hour ago and I stormed out of the house. I remembered my wallet and cell this time. Last time I forgot and I had gotten lost and had to... hitchhike! It wasn't so bad, but at the same time I never what to do it again. He just kept on asking me questions and it got annoying.

So at the moment, I, sixteen year old Annabeth Lynch, am wandering the dangerous streets of NYC at eleven at night. My parents probably are at home having a romantic evening not even caring at how much danger I could be in right now. Even though I rarely ever get into dangerous situations.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't realize that I turned into a dark alley. I knew allies, especially DARK ones, were never anything but trouble. I swirled around and in front of me were three guys. One was very tall and wearing a hoodie. Another was medium sized but buff as hell. And the third one was average but bald. It was obvious they were up to no good.

Shit.

I looked around but there was no other way to escape. And I couldn't go all ninja and try to jump and grab the fire escape hanging ten feet in the air. I was completely and utterly trapped.

They came closer and I instinctively backed away.

"What do you want?" I pulled out my cell. "If you come any closer I'll call the cops!"

The taller man pulled out a gun. Holy crap! A gun? What do I do now? My mind was racing and panic was making it hard for me to breath.

"Listen, babe." I winced when he called me babe. "Just do what we say and you won't get hurt."

The buff man licked his lips and said, "Well you won't get killed but that's all I can really guarantee." 

All three of them laughed and it made me sick to my stomach. The bald man comes toward me first. I let out a little scream and stepped back again. This time I tripped over something and fell on my butt. Did I just hear a moan? He grabbed my wrist forcing my hand to let go of my cell. He also stuck his hands in my jacket pocket and pulled out my wallet. He examined it and counted the cash.

"She's a rich little bitch." He said and got up. He handed them a little bit of cash each. I didn't really care about that though I could get more. What I was more worried about was the creepy buff man who kept staring at me. He started walking away and turned back smiling. "She's all yours."

I screamed again.

I squeezed my eyes shut begging this to all be a dream. I felt a body rush past me. But he was coming from my side. What? Then I heard a gunshot. I opened up my eyes to see the tall man lying on the ground a few feet in front of me clutching his arm. He was crying out in agony. I look up to see the buff man holding up his hands looking as if he's about to pee his pants. Ha! Serves the bastard right. And then my eyes focus on the man holding the gun. He looked like a boy my age! About six feet and was actually quite but not overly muscular. He was dirty and probably homeless but he was hot.

Wait what am I thinking at a time like this?

"Walk away and take your friend with you." He had a sexy voice for a hobo. I watched as the buff man grabbed his friend and ran away. My savior threw the gun down on the ground and held out a hand for me. I took it without thinking and he helped me up. EEWWWWWW. He smelled like garbage. Oh well duh! He was a hobo after all.

"Thank you for saving me." I said while wiping my hand on my jean. "Is there any way that I can repay you? I would give you money but they kind of already stole it"

"It's fine. It kinda pissed me off to see a mugging and also that it interrupted my sleep."

"Oh, I'm sorry." What should I offer him? He did just practically save my life. Oh I knew it! I blurted, "Come home with me!"

His eyes widen and he starts to laugh. It was such a wonderful laugh that it made me laugh as well. I started to talk again, "My house is about a ten minute walk from here. You could take a shower and we can get you some new clothes and I'm a pretty good cook..."

"What would your parents say?"

I hadn't thought of that. What would my parents do? Probably freak out. Okay now I just HAD to bring him home with me.

"Who cares? Please? I really would feel better if you did!"

He sighed and looked away then back at me. His eyes were a beautiful emerald, so mesmerizing.

"Fine. You better be a good cook though!" We both laughed again. Together we walked out of the dark alley and into the busy streets of New York.

I was bringing one of the hottest hobos in the world, who had saved my life home, to my parents. Their reaction is going to be so priceless! This was going to be amazing.