Angela just moved to Point Place, she hadn't expected much of the small town but she didnt expect for it to be such a boring dump. She happens to run into a group of rowdy teens whilst out for food, when one Curly haired hippie catches her eye.
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☆𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑𝖆☆
My knuckles went white as I gripped onto my Harley. My stomach growled in hunger as I sped to the nearest food joint in this shitty town.
My names Angela Peterson, I moved here from Kenosha merely a month ago, living alone in a runned down shady apartment. Thankfully a week into moving I met a pair of chill girls into rocking music like me and we quickly hit it off. We created our own special girl group called, 'Bent Babes' . The girls took me in immediately and introduced me to most of the wonders of this boring town.
I tighten my black denim jacket around my cold body, shivering in the chilly Wisconsin air. I opened the doors to The hub, a small little food joint Nancy brought me to a few weeks back. I walked up to the counter ready to order whatever.
"Hey, Mitch right?" I asked, leaning my hands on the counter.
"Yep, you gonna order something?" He replied, impatiently. My eyebrows furrowed at his rudeness.
"Yeah man, I'll get some fries. You guys sell booze?" I asked, craving a beer.
"No. You shouldnt be having drinks driving around the city late at night." He lectured me unnessesarily.
"Alright man, get off my case." I huffed.
I leaned against the glass window nearest to the counter, waiting for my order. My eyes skimmed across the restaurant as I noticed a group of kids seated around a table. 'What a couple of dirtbags...' I laughed in my head. I also took into account that they were staring back at me, I suddenly felt uncomfortable as they blatantly talked about me amongst themselves.
"Hey! take a picture itll last longer." I announced at the gossiping teens.
I was used to stares, yknow dressing the way I do, but there arent any rules saying I can't interact with them. I watched as the group jumped all individually looking away. I smirked at their cowardly statures. Each of them looked away, all except one. A guy wearing a denim jacket, shades, zeppelin shirt, and curly hair continued to stare towards me, or much rather check me out. 'I mean... Hes pretty cute.' I winked in his direction before I took out a smoke.
"Hey! Hey!! No smoking in here!" Mitch yelled at me.
"Why don't you jump over that counter and do something about it, huh Mitch?" I threatened, resting my hand on my hip.
"At least open the door... Bitch." He mumbled, grumpily.
"Thanks babe, I'm gonna act like I didnt hear that last part for your sake." I swooned.
I looked up to see the Curly haired hippie heading towards me.
"Hey there." His voice was smooth, and he smelt of cigarettes and weed.
"Hey." I replied, taking another drag and blowing it out the door.
"The names Hyde." He stepped closer, shoving his hands in his pockets.
