Unsolved.

'part three'

Mango's pov.

I sometimes feel like I'm drowning, but then I remember I'm not swimming or in a ocean.

I sometimes get the feeling that I'm being watched, but in this case it's actually true. I have been hiding behind a bush for the past hour waiting for my pt to come out of his house. I didn't really plan it, I just kind of showed up here hoping for the best. I look up at a window and I see him stood there looking at me strangely. I mean I'd do the same to be honest.

After a minute of awkward eye contact, he finally closes his window and I hear loud footsteps rushing down the stairs. He opens his door sighing and rolling his eyes. It's as if this has happened before. gasp. Which it may or may not have. Basically I was here yesterday, but my anxiety kicked in and I ran away before he came down the stairs. I'm actually quite surprised that I stayed this long.

I'm also surprised that he hasn't called the police to be fair. I'm literally an older version of Dora, who shows up at his house looking like a stalker. Whereas, he is quite tall and muscular, he has mousy brown hair with the best eyes I have ever seen. He has HAZEL, I repeat HAZEL eyes. If you can't tell, I really like when a guy has nice eyes. I mean not like it matters or anything, it's just nice. Anyways back to where we are now...

He opens the door effortlessly and leans on the side of the wall. He crosses his arms and holds his man-boobs which automatically sends me into hysterics. He looks down and starts walking over to me with a stern look on his face. He pats my back and says, "I have many fans, but none have took it this far... please leave."

Wait what? I didn't realize I was being so creepy. Jeez, this looks bad. I guess I just need to play it off.

I just grin and say in between chuckles, "I mean, this will be a funny story to tell our grandchildren one day..."

Frick. This is bad. Why did I say that? He's my pt, he should get my sense of humour, right? If he's my pt, why is he so full of himself? AHHH, stop thinking!

He bursts out laughing. Thankfully he took it as a joke and didn't think I was being more creepy than I already seem.

He breaks the forced, awkward laughter by saying, "So, um... why are you here exactly? I was kidding about the 'fans' by the way..."

I awkwardly chuckle and reply, "Oh yeah, I knew that, Milo." I did NOT know that.

We both just awkwardly laugh as he puts his arm around me like an actual douchebag. He then smirks and says, "You know my name, have you been researching me?"

I blush. What the hell. I swear, this guy is an actual fuck-boy and I'm NOT here for it. He can't possibly be my pt...

He laughs and says, "It's fine, I mean I've never seen you around before... What are you here for? You new?"

Oh yeah, I was supposed to be getting him to come with me. That's going to be difficult seeing as he thinks I am a complete weirdo now...

I rub the back of my head awkwardly and reply, "I'm here for the one and only reason. I need you to come with me."

Jeepers.. I sound like an actual weirdo.

He then places his hand on the back of his head, rubbing it awkwardly. I swear he's doing that just to flex his muscles.

He starts to move around, he looks like he's thinking. Should I say something? Should I explain more? Um, I don't know what to do in these situations... This is why I don't talk to people without 'The Halos'.

A/n: Eeee, sorry this chapter was later than usual. My WiFi was down :(

Haii, so some context on 'The Halos', basically it's what her and her bestfriends decided to call them as a collective as they thought it would be funny. You will find out later, lmao.

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