{Leah's POV}
It was nothing more than a dull morning when i was awoken to a horrifying screech coming from outside of my bedroom window. I leap out of my bed, and quickly rip open my curtains just to stare endlessly at the bloodcurdling look on a mysterious mans face. His stable body was glancing towards my door, with the expression that is un-explainable. He noiselessly creeps towards it, but doesn't knock. After standing still for around 3 minutes, he carelessly decides to walk up towards a tree. i wonder what he's doing?
I decide its time to investigate. where's my mum? meh. she wouldn't care. she never cares.
I vulgarly grab my jacket and stuff my arms into it, whilst watching it doesn't burn my scars.
Honestly, at this point in time, i don't even care about my appearance. Though, this guy is remarkably attractive.
I gently open my door, but on that note, a huge screech is released from the rust and the worked screws that are holding it all together.
The abstruse man with black hair, tattoos spread across the majority of his body, is still sat still beneath an eyeful tree. There are many trees here, since it's a forest.
His face looks so soft, but i wouldn't know. Obviously.
I try harder this time to close the door quietly.
I casually walk closer and closer to the mysterious man. He looks sad. He looks like he could use a hug.
He looks depressed.
"Um, hello?" I whisper. I'm pretty nervous, since socialising isn't one of my greatest substances.
The great looking man shoots up and lifts his hand like a robot.
"Oh! Hi!" He replies in shock.
"Can you please tell me why you're sat beneath one of my trees?" I ask cautiously. This man could be a killer for all I'm concerned.
"Oh, yeah.. Sorry. I'm new to this street.. My father told me to meet some new friends, but I'd probably have some sort of drastic panic attack if you'd have answered the door."
"Oh.. Um, sorry. You didn't even knock." I state. He looks scared.. Am I scary?
"No.. I know. But whatever," There's a silent pause, and the awkwardness is roaming between us. "Well, I guess I'm annoying you. I should probably leave. Um, see you, I guess? Oh, and my names oliver by the way. Most people call me oli, but yeah."
"No! Oli.. Ver.. You can stay. Anyway, I need to make friends too. Im not the best at socialising neither." This conversation couldn't get more awkward. "Oh, and my names Leah."
