After a long, silent walk we arrived at my apartment complex. Wait, how'd he know where I live? Snapping me out of my confused daze, he held my phone in front of me between his thumb and index finger. "Did you miss it, or am I correct in assuming that you didn't even notice it was gone?" I snatched the item from his hand. Flabbergasted, I couldn't speak.
"You aren't very perceptive, are you? Well, it can't be helped." He smiled, it was crooked with mischieve and spots of devilry were gleaming in his eyes. My mouth was hanging slightly open from confusion,) not to mention he looked pretty durn nice with that smile, well, anyone would. He spun around and walked away from me, then I realised something,
"Wait! Can I?" He turned around,
"Can you what?"
"Can I draw you?" He smirked a bit and chuckled,
"Sure, I'll let you know when."
"How will you let me know? You don't have a way to contact me, and you don't know my apartment number." He turned and ambled away, then replied by saying,
"How do you know that? I knew where your neighborhood was after all." I stared at his receding back. Then I realised I'm dealing with a iffy man who I don't know anything about. Except for the fact that he knew where I lived, and wasn't a saint. I walked up the flight of stairs and to my apartment, then I unlocked my door. I put my keys in a basket located in my kitchen, walked to my bedroom, and collapsed onto my bed which looked pretty good right now. I sighed in euphoria and fell asleep.
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This Is A Test For A Book I Am Attempting To Write
Teen FictionDelen, an art student looking for a muse, stumbles across a shifty character by the name of Xander. While attempting to coerce him into becoming the inspiration for a comic-character, Delen is unknowingly pulled into a world of drugs, alcohol, and c...
