Outlaws

Meeting You

A/N: Hi Lovelies! Welcome to my new story! This story has a special place in my heart because it is based off my RP Chat, which we RP as characters in the Arrowverse, from the show "Arrow" so some plots in the story will resemble the show's, but all of the main characters in this story are original, except for some villains. I would love to dedicate this story to my rp group (one of whom is reading this story, hey Whisper! ilysm.) I get so emotional when I think of this chat because they have been there for me through so much and have always provided an escape for me by rping. Even though the chat isn't necessarily active in the sense where we rp till 3am in the morning, I still have each and everyone of them as friends (except Maxie, who randomly & mysteriously disappeared one day) and I thank the powers to be  every day that I decided to download the Amino app (shoutout to Alex Meyers on YT for that by the way), join the "Arrow Amino" and open a public chatroom where they all joined, because I love them like family. So now that y'all know enough about my personal life to last a century and a half, lets end this author's note of emotional vomit and get on with the story 

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Shaylah walked in the door of her house, walking the long, expansive hall to her room, dropping her bag in the corner. She sat on her canopy bed, overlooking her decent sized room. Shaylah sighs. She knew she was lucky. She lived in a fairly large house, and had most of the stuff that any fifteen year-old girl would want in life. She had the nail polish, the make up, the new iPhone, she even had AirPods, but she would give it all up to be the girl she used to be. With the family she used to have, the perfect family, the family that wasn't broken. She walked towards her dresser, moving the pile of clothes out of the way to open a hidden compartment within her dresser. She slid it to reveal several packages of pills. She took two of them out, lazily throwing the bag under a t-shirt. "You're only going on a short walk," she said to herself "It's not like there's anyone else around to find them" . She pocketed the two pills she had, grabbing her phone and earphones, heading out of the mansion, and began her walk 

   Across the town, Blake sat across the table from his drunken father "You're worthless. All you do is sit here, doing nothing, you have no friends, and you're probably failing out of school. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE, BLAKE?!" He yells, slurring his words.

Blake sighs. Sadly, he was used to this. It wasn't anything new to him. But that didn't mean it hurt any less. He had just figured out to keep his face blank and stoic while in the presence of his father. After about ten minutes of dinner, he went back upstairs. He walked up to his window, opening it, and slowly climbing down the tree, landing softly on the ground below, and running toward the gate, hopping over it and running far away from the house. 

  Blake was running down the street, trying to clear his mind, music blasting through his earphones, when he suddenly ran into someone, and through his peripheral vision, saw a small, brown haired girl falling and hitting the ground,

"I am so sorry" he said, taking his earbuds out, going to help Shaylah up.

"No, its my fault. I'm a total klutz. I should have watched where I was going, I do that a lot" Shaylah laughed, as he helped her up, she quickly patted her jeans pocket, making sure that both pills were still in there. She smiled again "I'm Shaylah, by the way".

"Blake." He returns, shaking her hand that was already in his.

Shaylah paused for a moment, noticing she had a warm, tingly sensation in her hand. She paused a beat, before regaining her composure "So Blakey, what gave you the urge to take a midnight run around Downtown Starling City?" Shaylah asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.