Neverland (On Hold)
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"Who are you?" I asked again, covering the annoyance in my voice by clearing my throat.
He smirked, obviously amused, "Lucas, but you can call me Luke."
He let out his hand from across the seat. I accepted it with a nervous smile.
"Seryn." I said with a confidence that I didn't even know I had.
He let go of my hand and smiled, "Seryn...hmm... Seryn..." He kept repeating with different accents. It made me think of someone tasting different cultural foods trying to see which ones the best.
I giggled, "what are you doing?"
He looked at me with wonderful eyes, "I've never met someone that had a name that sounded beautiful in all different ways."
I tried hard to cover my now pink cheeks, "thanks..."
He nodded, "So Seryn, where's your stop?"
I was startled as the bus came to a stop and the rest of the passengers, except Lucas and I, went off.
"I-I don't know..." I stuttered.
"What do you mean?" He asked concerned.
I glared at him hard "I ran away."
He leaned in closer to me, "me too."
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