Hello there, the angel from my nightmare, the shadow in the background of the moore, the unsuspecting victim, of darkness in the valley, we can live like Jack and Sally if you want. - I miss you. Blink-182
Paul's POV -
'I'll walk you home, ok?' I questioned, giving Amber a sideways glance as we walked back towards the train station.
'You don't have to, I've managed to make my way home at this time of night before' She muttered, kicking a stone with the scuff of her shoe
'What if I want to walk you home?'
'What if I don't want you to want to walk me home'
'What if-' Amber cut me off
'Ok, ok. You can walk me home, if it bothers you that much.'
Honestly, I was more curious on where she lived, than her safety. That didn't mean that I wasn't worried about her. But normally nice girls don't wander this late at night, so my curiosity had overcome me.
Silence filled the air around us. Not and awkward silence, more the kind of silence two close people share with each other. I didn't know what it was, but I felt so much more relaxed around Amber, like I'd known her for years. If you'd have seen us walking down the street, you wouldn't have no idea we only met yesterday.
Our arms started to brush against each other, and I felt a warm grip wrap around my hand. Amber had stopped walking, right in front of one of the most beautiful houses I've ever seen. Hanging plants just around the door, flowers everywhere, a tiny porch seat just outside one of the front windows. It was like the kind of garden you'd always hope for when you had your own home.
'So this is my stop..' Amber muttered, her head hanging low, and her eyes intensely studying the floor. Her head shot up and she dashed inside.
'Night Amber...'
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Urgh... I woke up with the light flashing into my face
'Too... early..' I moaned, throwing my face into my pillow. The bright colours all around my room didn't help, it made me feel sick in the morning.
'Paul! You gotta wake up, new day, new school, First impressions count you lazy bum!' My brother shouted from downstairs. Wow, who has the energy to shout so early. 7am was not a suitable time to wake up at, ever. I rolled out of bed, And walked at sloth speed towards the bathroom. I took one look in the mirror and sighed. My chest was not healing in the slightest. Cuts danced around my chest tauntingly, like they were mocking me for lingering longer than they should instead of scarring over. I ran my fingers through my sandy hair, pushing my bangs back, sighing.
I walked back into my room to change into the brand new uniform that was folded at the end of my bed. Urgh. I pulled my shirt onto my arms, taking all the time I could buttoning it up.
'Tie, tie, tie, tie, tie, tie.' I muttered to myself, my eyes darting around the room. I saw a flash of blue dangling on top of my wardrobe. 'How the fuck did it get there?' I shrugged my shoulders. Quickly tying it around my neck. I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror, and pretended to hang myself with my tie. Fantastic. I shrugged on my navy blazer, and walked out my room, dashing towards the kitchen.
'Hey... Paul..' My brother said, sliding next to where I was about to eat my toast.
'What?!' I hissed, sending death glares his way. Nobody wakes me up early.
He brought himself closer to my ear, 'You might want to put some pants on' he whispered.
'Holy shit!' I cried, looking down at my naked legs. I ran to my room, and put my pants on, an ran back to the kitchen. 'Where's my toast?' I asked Steve, my brother.
