Am i in heaven or hell?!

meet

Black doesn't always mean dark and bad and horrible.

White doesn't always mean light and good and pure.

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So I'm sat here minding my own business, just killing time not wanting to go home, when some fit lad sits next to me.

Let me just get this straight, I'm not a pretty girl, I don't look my age, I'm here eating a chocolate bar, and there is loads of other benches. (I'm sat in a shopping center or mall, whichever you wanna call it) when boom there's a fit guy there, looking at me.

Let's just ignore him...did I mention his sexiness...

Anyway, I'm just sat there when he graps my arm.

"ERM, do you mind?",

"Not at all actually, come with me",

I look at him in shock, do I look like a slut or something? Do I look like a door mat perhaps? Well I thought I just looked like a girl but hey ho.

"I have a gun in my pocket, get up and walk out with me or people will get hurt", shit, shit, shit, why me! Looking at him he does have his hand in his pocket...he could be holding a gun. The song of people around me is so much, little kids playing, grannys having a cupper, people shopping of all ages, I can't let him kill someone.

"Which way?", its hardly a whisper but he hears and points to the left, towards the car park, great.

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"Hi I'm Patch, I'm your guardian angel", I'm sat in his car, the gun is out of his pocket and he tells me that?! What?!

"Do all guardian angels carry guns?"

"No just some", in case you didn't realize I wasnt being serious but he was.

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So what do you do when you're sat in a car with a fit lad....you stare at him obviously, I have to say I'm liking what I'm seeing. Jet black hair in a, long for a guy but not actually long, way, with gray/black eyes and a body to die for....bliss.