Chapter Six;

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Me and mystery guy are walking down a lightly dimmed street I'm extremely tired , emotionally and physically.
"It's Ethan." He said as his eyes were looking at the ground as he strolled along the dead street.
"What?" I said furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.
"My name," he paused taking a breath "Is Ethan." He said as if he was telling me top secret information.
"Ethan," I say staring at his blue eyes with swirls of brown in them. "I like that, it suites you." I say as he chuckles.
"Do you think he'll leave you alone?" He's saying as he bows his head to the ground.
"Who?" I ask watching my feet walk.
We start to walk in the empty road.

"That guy...." He says unsure if it's really him.

"Maybe. I don't really know anymore." I don't want to say anything else. I don't really want to be an open book but I think I'll have to live with it.

"Don't hide things from me..." He says walking toward the sidewalk.

"I'm not hiding. I just don't share personal things to strangers. I mean i only just now know your name." I say walking in the middle of the road without even realizing it.
"What more is here to say about me?" He asks staring at me as I stare at the ground.

"I don't know your favorite color, or animal... I don't know your friends or parents . I don't know if you like chocolate or vanilla-"

"Chocolate or vanilla? I say chocolate if you must know. My favorite color is grey I love kittens. My parents are divorced my friends are my friends..?" He says confidently.

"Um, okay." I add. This guy is weird he must really be in desperate need for friendship.

Just then. I see light on the ground bright light my brain is trying to figure out where the light is coming from, then I see Ethan running towards me... What the- "OOOF!" I say as he runs into me and we both land on the opposite side of the road. What was that for ?
"You did that on purpose!" I say as I see a car speed across the road. OH.

"Oh." Right... Should've considered that there are cars inn the road.

"Can I get a thank you?" He says like a spoiled brat.

I get up and brush off the grass and leaves and start walking to where my house is . "No. You may not. I don't need your help, or your wacko friendship or anything. I know where my house is just at this curve and a left turn . I got it thanks a lot." I said walking off. I don't need him saving my life when I'm going to die anyway. I should've gotten hit by that car. It would've been better.

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