*So I plan to put some smut in this story. I'm not kidding this time. So, if you can't handle things like that... don't read this pls.*
One minute your just talking, another moment your making out in an alley.
Your relationship with him is complicat...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
There's no friggity froogin way this is real....
I wake up, slightly confused. Where the hell am- oh yeh.
It was for the better.
I get ready and go outside. I should go buy some bread. I need bread and tea. Maybe some coffee too.
I put on my shoes and walk to the store. The air is filled with the smell of weed and smoke. I cover my mouth.
I keep walking. It's no big deal. I get to the store and see a guy with a hoodie on. He has dark black hair and scars on his face. He looks scary...
I buy my bread and coffee. They didn't have tea. What kind of store doesn't have tea?
I try to walk back, but the guy follows me. He seems like he's trying to get my attention, so I turn to him and see what he has to say.
"Hello." I smile. He waves back. "Hey." He mumbles. "How are you?" I ask. "I'm fine. This town is insane though. You never know who will die next." He says. I nod my head.
"Yeah. Some people are psychopaths who don't care about another's precious life." I grumble.
"You sound upset when you say that..." He remarks.
"Well. I knew a guy who had no initial reaction to murder I guess." I roll my eyes. He nods his head.
"Follow me." He grumbles. "I should be going." I point out. "Follow me." He repeats.
....
I don't trust him. "I should really be going." I say again. "I see." He finally agrees.
I walk home. Strange. I go inside my house and lock myself in. I see a truck drive by.
I've never seen that truck before. Maybe it's a relative of the woman next door... she has a big family.
I see Stephens hoodie on my bed. Well... maybe I should give it back... I don't wanna be a bitch..
But I also want 0 contact with him. He might stab me. Or some shit like that.
....
And it's kind of a nice hoodie... Nope. It's not mine. I should just give it to Stephen. I... I dunno.
I go outside. I look at that strange truck. I don't wanna be awkward and spy on it... I walk to Stephens place.
It's kinda nice outside. So I will walk. .... But I forgot he lives somewhere colder.
