(A/n so to make things easy (otp in this case)stands for on the pad)
The boy with the blue sweater smiles at me,his smile seemed real and it had good behind the Thick layer of blood but I do not return the sweet and simple Gesture, I just keep on walking and so dose he.
After a few minutes of him walking behind me I snap. And with a swift spin I'm facing him, I point the other way with my finger, and he dose a Shoulder check.
"It's ok man that guy isn't coming". He says with confidence, and all I could think was Oh my god I want to kick his face in.
So with Frustration I rip my notepad out and began to write then I shove it in his face. The pad read:stop Following me.
His face was a heavy with confusion"what do you mean,this is the way to my house ".
Oh well I feel stupid,why didn't I think of that but still he could have walked ahead of me so then we could have avoided this moment. I pull the small often used pad of paper back to me and begin to write. this time a little calmer than the first time;my pen moveing slowly over the pad.emiting defeat I lift the pad up and show it to him.
(Otp):sorry.
"It's ok man,you never know who you can run into on the street, I understand ".
And we continue walking both of us not saying/writing a thing and again I get lost in the loud sounds of the night steets.there was people drunk and heading home from a late night of partying,the sound of traffic was becoming almost silent except for the actual night drivers. I feel bad for the late night driver they probably have family maybe kids.
We come to a cross walk and we both reach for the butten,are fingers touch his were worm compared to mine.
"Sorry about that"his voice was was calm. I just nod.
We wait for the walking man to flick on and it duse,we walk side by side then we get to the next street and he goes to the next crossing poll and I keep straight.