The Light Behind Your Eyes
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// "Hi, um I know you're new and all, and you smiled at me the other day, and you seem friendly. So can you like help me kill this big spider in my living room?" I say quickly, I'm out of breath from running.
"Uh yeah sure." He says a confused smirk on his face. "Thank you so much, I'll repay you with food." I say grabbing his arm and pulling him into my apartment.//
I got this idea from a tumblr AUs post so credit to whoever had posted it.
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