Meet And Greet

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(I added this song for shits and giggles but it's a pretty song and it kinda fits)

//Your POV//

**Timeskip to morning**

Craig must've left and my parents were in their room...nude.

Were they seriously trying to have another fucking baby?!

Hopefully Dad had the decency to wear a fucking condom.

I need to calm down.

I went in the kitchen and grabbed an apple and it ate it quickly.

I then got dressed in a gray sweatshirt, black stretch pants and my same black converse shoes.

If your asking why I don't wear a coat, it's because I don't own one.

I grew out my last one a couple years ago and my parents have yet to buy me another.

I'm not really "abused" I'm more just neglected.

Sure I get the occasional slap and beating once in a while but that's when my parents are drunk.

I technically can't be abused because I'm fucking 21 going on 22 in (birthday month) and I'm a adult so I can move if I really want to which I do, I just have no where to go.

I went out the door and jogged down the street.

I sweated eminently as I jogged down the road.

I reached the corner and stopped.

I felt my hair that was down since I was too lazy to put it up (if you can).

I sat on the bench in the bus stop while I felt for my Five dollars to pay for ride fair to make sure it was still there.

I pulled out my phone and started watching Villainous (MY FAV SHOW OF ALL TIME.).

After I watched a handfuls of shorts I started to watch Rick And Morty.

Damn this show is hilarious.

The bus finally pulled up and I hopped on.

I paid the elderly (but not too elderly to drive) man his cash and sat on an empty seat.

I want to go to a diner to have an actual breakfast for once.

I had twenty bucks in my pocket so I could pay.

How I get this money?

I do art commissions on Devinart.

I'm pretty good I guess, not the best though.

The bus jolted and screeched at a stop when we reached yet another bus stop.

I stared out my window looking at the guy at the stop.

A....Dice Guy?!

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!

NO, I'M NOT ON LSD RIGHT NOW, HE ACTUALLY HAS A FUCKING DIE FOR A HEAD!

He paid for his seat and walked up to me in my seat.

I tried not to stare and be rude at him.

"May I sit with you? There's no other seats," He asked politely.

"Sure." I said moving more towards the window.

I stared intently at the window not even bothering to make conversation.

What am I going to talk about anyways?

Hi I'm neglected and somewhat abused at home and I have a dead sibling which makes me edgy as Fuck and reality is just a retarded fanfiction on Wattpad?

Stupid idea, right?

"Hey, Your....familiar," He said.

"Well I don't think I know anyone with a die for a head," I sighed.

"Heh. If I had a dollar for every time I heard that," He chuckled. I stayed silent.

"Wait...your the girl that fainted in the snow,"  He said.

"So That means...your "K.D"?" I asked looking at him for once.

He somehow had a mustache that was on fleek on his face, casual clothes on which was a dark purple t-shirt, black sweat pants and black vans (Did he go shopping at Zumez lmao).
"Well actually, it stands for King Dice. That's me," King Dice Said.
"Welp. I'm Y/n. Thanks for helping me," I thanked him.
"Eh, forgetaboutit," He shrugged sounding Italian.

We talked for a bit and I ended up making friends with him and getting his number.

Soon enough my bus stop arrived so said goodbye and got off the bus.

He said he was on his way to work.

I walked in the diner.

~Edited: Originally published December 15th, 2017~

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