locked in walmart // l.h

locked in walmart // l.h

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Silence. That was the only thing that was heard throughout the whole shop. Arden looked up at the pitch blackness above her, presuming that was where the boy was. The boy looked down at the darkness where the hot girl that had bashed into him had been before the lights went off. They must have been arguing at each other so much that they hadn't heard the last call for anyone that was in the shop to get out. "Name?" The boy asked her. "Arden Thunder. You?" "Luke Hemmings." "Well, Luke Hemmings." Arden added a long, unnecessary pause for effect in their dire situation. "Look's like you and I are gonna be seeing a lot of each other tonight." {swearing in this story sry} {a.u.}
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