Hello :) This story is mine not based on real events and all that schtuff and I still suck at writing as always.
Guess who's back?
ME!
Btw did ya know i suck at writing?
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It's Sunday and the last day of my perfect weekend. My sarcasm is bad but hey you couldn't blame me for trying to fit in.
"Dammit Lisa, how long will you fucking take?" I hear my brother's voice from down stairs.
"Just wait Andrew..." I shouted back at him.
"Hurry up, Tiffany's waiting for me at Denny's" He said.
"You mean that dumb whore?" I asked while going down the stairs.
"Shut the fuck up Lisa" He muttered.
"Just bring me to the hospital." I complained.
"Yeah yeah you little bitch." He said getting his keys.
We both get in his car. Mom and dad bought the car for him because he's a straight A student and shit. He's too perfect. I always hated my brother.
30 minutes later...
I go inside the hospital and sigh. My jerk of a brother dropped me off. I walk to the entrance and see my aunt working in the reception. She waves at me and I wave back.
"I have some news about granny, she's not at the best condition right now" she says sighing.
"Is she okay???" I asked worried. BEST FUCKING LUCK. I INTERVIEW A PERSON AND THAT PERSON DIES. Well i didn't really interview that person. I was going too but still.
"She's fine. She's just tired" she said calming me down
"Oh... Okay, can I visit or check her or something?" I asked.
"Sure, sure just don't ask her any questions. It may fry her brain." She said
"Sure will." I said as I left to go to granny's room.
I was walking to granny's room then I saw the room next to her was open. Well technically the door was open but I don't want to get too deep in thought.
"Go look inside" my inner thoughts said
What?
No.
Stupid brain.
And stupid curiosity.
Oh what the hell.
I take a peek at my room and see a boy, about my age. He was looking out his window so I only got to see his back. Which I got to admit, was pretty good looking back.
The only other thing I can tell about his appearance was his black hair which was a little bit messy but it looked good on him.
"Now if I can get a sneak peek at his face I'll be on my way." I whispered to myself.
He turns around and stares at something.
Wow.
His face.
I like that.
He had light blue eyes that you can somehow melt in and .... I'm speechless, he was drop dead gorgeous or something. Was he kept in the hospital for his good looks.
He looked like he was staring at me.
Oh shit.
He is.
Dammit.
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"What. The. Hell." I said
"Look, I didn't mean to, your door was open, okay I'm leaving bai!!!!" She said leaving
Well that was awkward.
Too awkward.
I have a feeling I'll see her again.
Finally. I met a person here.
I've made a new friend I guess.
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