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Daisy ✧
The day went by fast, and before I knew it, I was getting ready for Angel's 'fight' tonight.
Clearly, it was some sort of underground fighting ring or something.
I've seen enough movies to know about that.
I got dressed into simple light denim ripped jeans, pairing them with a black spaghetti strap cropped top.
I pull on my white converse and then make my way downstairs.
"I'm heading out." I yell once I made it downstairs.
"Be back before 12." Tyson yells back.
I don't reply as I shut the front door and walk down my porch steps.
Angel's car arrives just as I make it to the sidewalk.
I watch, as he gets out of the car and walks over to me.
I wave at him in greeting.
He opens the passenger door and I walk over getting in.
He closes it and goes around to his side.
He leans back in his seat and begins speeding down the street.
"Can I have your phone ?" I ask him.
He doesn't look at me or does he answer, he simply takes his phone out of his pocket and places it in my hands.
I smile, unlocking the phone and placing my number in his contacts.
I sent a message to myself so that I also had his number.
I handed him his phone and he easily placed it back into his pocket.
"I put my number in your phone." I mention.
He nods in response, I lean back in my seat and relax, watching the cars fly by as we speedily make our way towards the fight club.
"Do you like music ?" I ask him randomly.
He looks over at me emotionlessly as we stop at a red light.
He shrugs.
"Don't mind it." He says.
I grin happily and clap my hands.
"Great !" I say enthusiastically as I take my phone and plug it into his aux.
"You don't mind do you ?" I ask, being cautious.
He licks his lips and looks down at me.
"No." He answers.
YOU ARE READING
Moonlight
Romantik** Currently in the progress of being rewritten :)** - Angel Romano was known for his ruthless ways. They said he was a supposed duplicate of his father, but only to be worse. He was known for his cold exterior, his heartless heart. But most import...
