Take four.
298 Words
Its a fine morning and I'm getting ready for work when something crashes into my kitchen window.
holy...
I dash out of my room and into the kitchen and...
you gotta be kidding me!
"Hey ..! You..."
The two oddly handsome guys in shorts turn to look at me.
One is in a black T-shirt and black trainers .He has an ear piercing which compliments his tattoos and daaamn.
He sure does clean up well.
Are you going to drool all day?
Oh ummh.
"Yes?"
yes?? they just broke my kitchen window.
"Did you guys throw this?"
I raise the boomerang and they look at it like they've never seen it before.
Bafoons.
"No...can't relate."
The other guy in a purple shirt and curly hair replies .
" So you guys are saying...that this boomerang just flew in here by itself?...wow... miracles...am I right?"
They chuckle.
did they just laugh,?
"Look ma'am you don't even have proof that we broke your kitchen window with whatever that is..."
nyounyinyinyi nyi nyany nyis.
I roll my eyes.
"I'm Bruce by the way"
No one asked.
I stomp back to my room feeling so pissed.
Remember when I said this was going to be good...nice ...fun...whatever?
I take back my words.
this place sucks.
*****
Life can be very weird. You know?
How can someone you just met four hours ago still be in your brain?
Bruce...
He's good looking. Like waaay good looking.
someone's tripping,..
No I'm not.
I just think he is freaking hot.
In his black shorts
oh no.
I wonder what its like to be his.....
I pull out my phone.
please don't...
typing...
Well he's wise...
at least he doesn't have his real name as his i********: username.
don't you wish he did?
Shut up man.
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