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- Votes 3
- Parts 2
- Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Feb 19, 2017
The rooftop was the only place where we could be ourselves, we didn't have to pretend. I told him everything , I knew everything about him. The one thing no one could take from us was our rooftop views. "Hey! What are you doing up here?!" I snapped my head toward the deep voice . There stood a boy about 6'4 with shaggy brown hair and bags under his eyes. A cigarette in one hand a beer bottle in the other. "Oh sorry. I didn't know anyone was up here . I just came to look at the view." I turned around to walk away but I was stopped by his raspy voice. "You know what. It's okay. I don't get alot of company . When I do it's usually unwanted" He removed what seemed like a blazer or jacket from a chair next to his knee. "Stay"All Rights Reserved
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