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Hello y'all, here's the first chapter! Enjoy or hate it. Either way you read it!
If there are mistakes, deal with me. I'll read over it tomorrow. sorry ;L
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Chapter 1
Sitting in my dining room chair, I stare at his lifeless body. It's been an hour since he moved. He got what he deserved, even though it might have been painful! When he wakes up he won't be able to move. It's amazing what two things like a rope and chair can do for you.
Bringing the mug of coffee to my mouth, I study the thief. I couldn't really see his face, because his head is hanging downwards. He'll probably have a headache and neck ache if I don't do something. Is it wrong that I feel bad for hitting him in the head? Eh, it wouldn't be wrong if I helped him. Taking my frying pan, I push his head to the back of the chair. Pulling the frying pan back, he's head fell again.
Ugh!
Walking into the kitchen, I grab a clean towel. I've seen people do this on movies, it shouldn't be that hard! Standing in front of him, I push his head upward. Stay! With the towel, I place it over his mouth and tie in around the chair. There, perfect! Sitting back into my chair, I wait. Glancing once and awhile at the clock, I wait longer. I didn't hit him that hard, right? It was only two times, but then again it was with a frying pan. . .
"Wake up, Mister Robber!" I screech, kicking his leg with my foot.
His eyes shot open right when my foot connected with his leg. Hey, it actually worked! Wait, maybe that isn't such a great thing. His eyes wandered to the rope and back to me. The thief looked confused and in pain. Ha, that's what you get!
"What the?" He tried to mumble through the towel.
Ignoring him, I move the mug back to my lips and take a slip. Yum, French vanilla coffee is that best. I love the smell and taste of it. I wouldn't mind my whole house smelling like this very morning.
"Who are you?" He asked, somehow removing the towel from his mouth.
"Hey! How did you remove - never mind." I scowled furiously at him, "and, I ask the question around here!"
Rolling his eyes, he smirked at me. Oh how I hate when boys do that. To be honest it didn't look the best on him. He looked like an ape trying to do it! Expect he didn't have that much hair as an ape. Studying his face, I first notice how dark blue his eyes are, I'm sure apes don't have those deep looking eyes. . They look like the ocean after a storm passed. All gloomy but beautiful. His dark blond hair is spiked just a tend bit, making me want to pull it. Hehe.
"What are you looking at?" He asked, making me blink.
Embarrassed, I thought of the easiest excused "Dang it, you won!"
"Won what, exactly?" The thief asked, tilting his head sideways.
"Our staring contest, duh!" I rolled my eyes at him, trying not to smile.
I know, I know pathetic. But hey it's the only thing I could think of. It looks like it worked anyways. Enough with the playing around, time to get serious. Taking one more slip of coffee, I stand up straighten myself.
Putting my serious face on, I ask, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"Well princess," I flinched at the pet-name 'princess' "too the looks of it, I'm tied up in a chair hanging out with you."
"Stop playing around, mister!" I hiss, grabbing the frying pan and pointing it at his face.
He does not know who is trying to mess with. I'll whack him in the face again and he'll be seeing stars for awhile.
"Whoa there tiger," He chuckled, moving his face away from the frying pan, "no need to get violent!"
"Just answer my question, princess." I copied him, while raising my frying pan upward a little.
This boy is starting to get on my nerves with all the pet-names. Who does he think he is? My best of all best friends? I think not!
"Okay, chill princess," He said, smirking "My name is Drew, and I'm here to find something that's mines."
Confused, I hesitated, but asked "What is yours?"
I've never seen him in my life! How could he have something that in my home that is his? This boy, Drew, makes no sense. First with the pet-names, and now with the claiming of things that aren't his. What could be next?
Staring deep into my eyes, he took his time answering me, "You. . ."
Eyes widen, hands sweating, and the smell of fear came with his answer.
"Your food." After he finishes his sentences, I slap him hard.
Not able to take it anymore, I ignore his whines and turn on my heel. He made me feel terrified! He could've been a raper or something. Eek, those guys are disgusting! Chills run down my spine as I continue walking away. New plan, call the police and get this creepier out of my home!
Turning the corner into the kitchen, I feel hands grab onto me from behind. Screaming, I begin to kick uncontrollability, thinking I'll get lucky and kick something that guys don't like being kicked. How did he escape, I made sure the rope was tight! One arm wrapped around my fragile body, and the other hand covered my mouth. Not smart, Drew! Opening my mouth, I bit down on his skin. Cursing, Drew let go of me and I turn around facing him. He is looking at his hand, frowning. What a baby! Taking this perfect time, I raise my frying pan and hit him on the head.
"Lights out for you, Drew." I chuckled, while he began to fall face first to the floor.
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Drew's POV
Groaning, I open my eyes. Blurriness filled my eyes, but I shake my head making it disappear. Looking around my surroundings, and remember where I am. Dang it, I'm still in the same house. I thought it was a dream, guess I was wrong. Where is that one fine looking girl? With her chocolate brown hair and green eyes, I've never seen a girl like her. But, she is a pain in the butt with that frying pan! I never would have thought a girl could hit that hard!
I don't know how she found me in her home. I made sure to hack the home alarm, turn it off and pick lock the back door. She shouldn't have heard me, but somehow she did. Was I walking around too loud or maybe she one of those people that eat in the middle of the night?
"Oh, you're awake again." Chocolate hair girl walked into the room, "Good try attacking me, but my weapon never leaves my side."
I begin to try to untie the rope, but soon find that there's no more rope. It has been replaced with hand-cuffs. Where in the world did she find these things? Does she just have a box filled with weapons and police junk? That's kind of hot.
"Nice, hand-cuffs, I like it." I wink at her.
In return she sticks out her tongue and sitsin a chair that is front of me.
"Now tell me, why did you break into my house?" She said, twirling the frying pan on her finger
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Ending Notes: :)))
Rawr, chapter 1!! Short, they will get longer, no worries. The only reason it's short is because I'm tired and it's 11:25...
A short POV of the mind of Andrew... I'll continue it in chapter 2!
Drew is Cam Gigandet! Hawtttt, and bad boy lookin' ;D
Tell me what y'all think of this chapter, puh-lease!!! You can also ( if you don't mind) tell me my mistakes, I won't mind. I'll actually be happy :p
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