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I woke up to the sound of light snoring from below me. Shifting in my position to look at the source of the sound, I was surprised to see a blonde sleeping on the floor, I examined his calm features.

His eye lashes pressing against his cheeks ever so delicately. His warm cheeks looking softer than a cloud. His flattened out darkish light blonde hair looked fluffy as it contrasted with the sun light coming from the window. His fringe reaches the tip of his nose, making it twitch once in a while. His cherry pink lips parted slightly as his even breath took him deeper into his sleep. He looked so peaceful and I couldn't help but feel safer here, and a little bit more interested in the guy.

But I realized that this was wrong. I had to go back. He would erupt in a fit of anger if he ever found out!

I jolted up from my comfortable position, startling the blonde as he quickly stirred out of bed, worry written all over his face.

"Is everything alright?" He asked in his deep raspy "I just work up" voice and I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt press against my chest when I felt butterflies flutter around my body.

"Yah, I just, uh, I have to get going." But as I stood up, pain quickly shot up into my head and I fell back down on the bed with a grunt.

"I'll get you some pain killers, hold on." He said as he grabbed a water bottle from the mini bar and some pain killers from the cabinet above it.

Taking the medicine, I thanked him and we just sat in comfortable silence.

l u k e

"Do you want me to accompany you?" I asked, breaking the silence.

I was kinda hoping she'd say yes, because, frankly, I was interested in her and still wanted to know what she meant the night before.

She thought for a minute, but agreed anyways.

As we walked, I made small talk, seeing as the girl wouldn't make a move any time sooner.

"What's your favorite color?" I asked, earning an 'are you serious right now?' look from her.

She thought about it for a minute, "Stripes." She grinned, earning a 'what the heck' look from me.

"You may be thinking, 'Why stripes? I asked for favorite color.' Well...." She smiled as she thought of her answer.

"I said stripes because, well, everybody always choses one thing in their lives and I, for one, am sick of stereotypical people who would answer only one certain color, because why not two, right? So, yes, stripes, because being unique is cool." She finished as she looked at me with a bubbly smile plastered on her face.

"This kid must be high or something.", I thought as i smiled. But I kinda felt like she was serious, seeing as she had such a scripted answer.

"Well, then in that case, my favorite color would be...polka dots." I said, making her poke my side.

"I guess we're both unique then!" She laughed at her conclusion as we went up the steps to her apartment.

She fumbled for her keys in her pocket, but just then, the door flew open, shocking the both of us.

The man on the other end had fury blazing in his eyes as he eyed her but his expression shifted when he saw me. A softer, calmer, yet still angry expression painted his face as he stared at me and I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.

But after a few seconds, the man returned his angry expression and looked at her with so much anger that it sent chills down my spine.

The man grabbed her wrist in one swift movement and pulled her into the house, not giving me a chance to say goodbye to her, nor even ask for her name.

But now, I had a little picture in my mind of what she meant the night before.
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Not sure if anybody reads this but hey! I got cute little Luke <3 Gayle moment for ya!

This chapter is kinda like a filler and it sucks but i promise it'll get better. PROMISE! xx.