"Good morning, by the way." He said, quietly.
"What?" I asked, pulling away, and looking at a nearby window.
"Oh.. good morning." I shyly said.
I scooted away from him slightly, as I remembered my phone was in my back pocket.
I pulled it out, and set it next to me.
I saw Anti ruffle up his hair in the corner of my eye, as I fiddled with the hem of my shirt.
"I'm starving.. would ya like something to eat?" He asked, looking over to me.
I froze.
"Um.. nah- I think I'm good..." I shakily said. Looking at him, as I nervously smiled.
As if on queue, my stomach grumbled.
"I believe your stomach says otherwise." He said, raising an eyebrow.
"Damn it.. I guess you're right." I said, covering up a light chuckle in my hand.
"Well.. what are ya waiting for?" He asked, standing up, and holding out his hand for me to grab.
"You, I guess." I said, taking his hand and standing up.
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Why Aren't You Scared? (Antisepticeye Fanfiction) 🚨 DISCONTINUED 🚨
Fanfic🚨 DISCONTINUED 🚨 ⚠️OLD USERNAME⚠️ Hi, my name is Mary. I'm 27 years old, and my life is fucked the hell up. My mother is a drug addict, and my father is a drunk. They constantly beat me and shout awful things at me whenever I get home from work. ...
