Dedicated to fanfic1120 tysm for everything!!!!!!! You're amazing you don't know how grateful I am for you reading this book:) see what I did there? I pulled A Fault In our Stars;)
But maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you tore it all up. Runnin scared I was there I remember it all too well. Yeah you call me up again just to break me like a promise. So casually and cruel in the name of being honest. I'm a crumpled up piece of paper lying here cuz I remember it all all all too well.
All too well- Taylor Swift
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"Christian!!" I walk into Paul's Ice cream shop. He looks up and grins.
"INDIGO!" He rushes over to me and crushes me in a hug.
I laugh he's always been calling me nicknames that are colors.
"Hey Chrissy!" He scowls and pushes me away, and once again I chuckle. He hates it when I call him that.
"Where've ya been?"
"I came by before but you weren't there." I say referring to the last time I was here. He starts scooping me my ice cream without even having to ask me, because I've been here so many times. I practically live here.
Just then Paul walks out from the back section and smiles at me.
"Here you are!"
"Here I am!"
"Hey kiddo!" He hugs me tightly. Paul is about- 28? Ish...maybe.
Let's just say that...
I rarely ever get to see him because he's always working in the back. I've been back there before once, it's not something you would imagine in an ice cream shop.
I hang out with the guys and eat my delicious ice cream, then leave. All the guys that work there are awesome. Like, they put all their happiness in the ice cream. I don't know how, they just do.
Oh wow that reminds me of 'Because Of Winn Dixie' when the librarian gave them those candies that tasted sad.
Oh my gosh you're right!
Of course I'm right!
That means I'm right too.
I shove my headphones in my ears and blast my music of full, listening to 'Misery Business' by Paramore, a song I love.
All of a sudden, I feel a hand clamp on my shoulder.
Oh my oh my oh my oh my oh....
Stop freaking out!
ITS A MURDERER! OH MY GOD!!
ATTACK!!!!
I turn around and knee the murderer in the gut, making him groan in pain and clutch his stomach.
"HA! TAKE THAT PANDA BITCH!" I scream, hopping from foot to foot with my fists balled in front of my chest.
I leap on his back and bring him to the ground, mess up his hair, his soft ha-
This is not a time to be thinking about how soft his hair is!
Well gee sorry. I just-
You just nothing! Run!
I get off his back and start running, but he grabs my ankle and pulls me torwards him. I let out a bloodcurdling scream and kick and trash in his grip, until he pins himself ontop of me.
I'm about to scream bloody murder when-
"What the hell?!"
"RYDER?! OH MY GOD I THOUGHT I WAS ABOUT TO GET RAPED AND MURDERED!!!! YOU ASSHOLE!" I scream. My heart was pounding wildly and my breath was ragged. I seriously thought it was a rapist, he scared me to death. I just then realized how close out faces were. He was a couple inches from my face, so if I move my head up I could kiss- I mean headbutt him in the lip.
I turn my head and see people sending us horrified glances. The nerve! They're just gonna walk away if I was really getting murdered!
"Nothing to see here people, go on with your everyday business!" I tell them and the eyes leave. I turn my face back to Ryder and try to wiggle out of his grip, and he let's go and stands up, brushing off his pants.
"I was calling your name for like 5 minutes but your music was up so loud you couldn't hear me." He replies calmly.
I look down and my phone and earbuds are lying on the concrete, so I bend over and pick them up.
"Well what did you want to tell me?"
"Oh, I saw you walking, do you want a ride home?" He asks politely.
I went through all of that just to be asked if I wanted a ride?
Well you were the one who thought it was a murderer...
NO! You said it was, so I attacked!!
Whatever. Denial.
I thought about it. "Nah. I'm not going home." I start walking in the other direction and he calls after me.
"Where are you going?"
I look at him and cock an eyebrow. "Nosy are we?"
"Yes! Just- where are you going?"
I don't reply and head for my destination, ignoring his yells.
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Ding, ding.
Aw, they have a special ringer for me when I walk in!
Actually, it just-
OMG! Puppies!!!
"Hi, welcome to Pet Smart." Says a voice at a desk to my right. I look over at her and saw a young red-head with freckles writing in a notebook.
I shrug and walk over to the puppy section. Sometimes I like to come over here and watch the puppies play, just cuz they are adorable!
I'm such an animal lover.
"Hi baby! What's your name? Aren't you just adorable!" I coo as I play with a golden retriever pup. I always like the bigger dogs, not the yorkies and Pomeranians and all that.
I love Siberian huskies, golden retrievers, labs, blue heelers, and a lot of other dogs.
I don't have a favorite though.
"Lately I've been I've been losing sleep. Hey!" I sing. "Dreaming about the things that we could be. And lately I've been I've been praying hard. Say no more countin dollars well be countin well be countin starsss."
Just then I hear a crash and I then my head to the sound. There a boy stood, maybe 12 or 13, trying to carry bags full of groceries in his arms.
Or, arm.
His left hand wasn't there, only a stub cut off right below the elbow.
He was shuffling it around, trying to pick up the bags, with only one hand. Without hesitation, I go over and pick up the bag.
"Here, let me help." I demand softly, reaching for some of the bags. He stares at me with wide green eyes, a confused look on his face.
"Wh-why are you helping me?" He asks me incredulously.
I look at him like he's crazy. "Why wouldn't i?"
"Well...I mean usually people just stare and laugh at me..." He mumbles and I glare.
"Well tell those people to right their problems on a piece of paper and shove it where the sun don't shine. Those dicks. Now com'n, where do you want to go?" I ask.
That pisses me off. What the hell?! Who would do that. I swear I wish I could cut off their arms and show then what it feels like.
He leads me onto a street and stops in front of a medium sized house, a tiny bit bigger than mine on the outside.
I follow him inside and he instructs me to set them on the counter.
"Hey Brad, what- Violet?"
I snap my head to look at him.
"Braeden? What are you doing here?"
"Uh, I live here. I should be asking you that though." He States cautiously, his eyes darting between me and the kid- Brad, I'm guessing. What are the odd of freaking odds?
"I just helped him. He was struggling." I say calmly. He looks at me in awe.
"What?" I ask, confused.
Do I look like I would laugh at him?
"W-you-really?" He asks incredulously.
"Of course. He needed help." I say slowly.
Brad beams. "She was really nice. She kept asking me a bunch of questions along the way to the house, like what my favorite color was. I like you Violet. You should come here more often." He says seriously, and I laugh.
Braeden snaps out if whatever he was thinking about and chuckles as well, but you can still see him thinking about something.
"Can you stay?" He asks me with puppy eyes.
I sigh dramatically. "I can't stay- I have to go home. But just know I'll be back- Braeden will invite me over. Right brae brae?" I ask teasingly. He narrows his eyes a smidge, but the smile is still there.
"Of course."
"See? I'll be back. I'm not going that easily. I'll see you around Brad. Bye Braeden!" I wave and walk outside, torwards the direction of my house.
So the reason this update took all night was because I wrote it, but then I minimized my tab or something, and It didn't save. So I had to re-write the whole thing, which pissed me off the entire night.
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