"Hey, killer," he said lowly, only for me.
I rolled my eyes, typing, 'I really think that nickname is misplaced', and turned the screen for him to see. Plucking the phone straight out of my hands, I watched Dean type quickly before handing it back to me.
'Why's that? I think it more than fits,' I read.
Huffing, I typed, 'I get it I tried to punch you ONE TIME, but do I look like I could kill someone?' I felt him move close to my side to read as I went. I tried to ignore how my heart kicked up its tempo at his nearness and raised my eyebrows at him to accentuate my question.
"That's not it at all," he chuckled lightly. I gave him a confused look.
He leaned in close, breath tickling my ear as he spoke in his deep, husky tones, "Ask me again when we're alone and I'll tell you exactly what I mean, little killer."
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Emilia Richards has probably never been described as 'outgoing' before in her entire life. Even without the unfortunate reality of her being mute, she'd do her best to cling to the shadows. She likes it when people leave her alone, so she's spared having to deal with the questions, with people's entitlement to know why.
Dean Turner has probably never been described as 'outgoing' either, but mostly because people are too afraid to describe him at all. He likes it when people leave him alone. He's just looking for some peace and fucking quiet, is that too much to ask?
She makes no noise, and he has no questions...for now
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GENERAL WARNING - there are themes of child abuse, physical assault, emotional self abuse, panic attacks and some other minor themes that may be concerning or possibly triggering for some readers. Please pay attention to the warnings at the beginnings of chapters if you could be one of these readers. I put descriptions in so that you don't have to read the detailed descriptions in the chapters themselves.
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The corner of his mouth tilts upward slightly.
I smile again.
A smile!?
A tiny one, but still.
"Hm. So I got you to smile, that's progress, yeah? Can I get your name now?"
I ask, swinging my feel a little.
He shakes his head shyly, his mouth not moving at all.
Geez! Why do I want to hear this dude talk so much?
"Okay, that's fine. I can give you a nickname."
I offer happily.
He looks up from his book, raising his eyebrows. I just stare for a moment.
He has nice eyes.
Pretty brown chocolate orbs.
They remind me so much of.......
"Teddy."
He shakes his head immediately, frowning.
"What, why not? You remind me of my old teddy bear. He was a good listener and he didn't talk much..... just like you."
I say softly, tilting my head.
He continues to shake his head.
I fold my arms, leaning back in my seat.
"Yeah, it's definitely sticking. Teddy.....It has a nice ring to it, yeah?"
He sighs, the first sound I have ever heard him make.
"No."
.
.
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*Jordan*
Teddy!?
Seriously!?
She gave me a fucking NICKNAME!?
What the hell does this girl want!?
I stuff my hands into my pockets, walking down the busy street.
Forget about her.
She's just a annoying pretty girl, she'll go away.
Everybody does.
She HAS to go away.
*Spoiler alert*: she doesn't.
Don't get close to people or they'll end up getting hurt.
That's my mindset.
I've been through enough of that.
This girl doesn't belong in my world anyway.
She's too innocent.
*Mature content*
{Just a quick update, I am basically rewriting the story. I wrote it when I was in 8th grade and it makes me cringe every time I try to go back and edit it so keep in mind that it'll get better}