The Guy From The Mall, chapter 1
You're out shopping in your local mall, which you do every saturday, with your friends Sammi, Kayla and Jodie. So, you're looking round this cd store, when Sammi shouts your name.
" Brodi, come over here," she calls at the top of her lungs, " Isn't he cute, the guy with the black shirt on!" And suddenly, you find yourself and your three friends staring through the gap in a shelf, looking at some stranger with dark spiked hair.
" God, never mind cute, he's gorgeous!" you think to yourself, and yeah, he is. He looks kinda confused, stood looking at the RnB section, and you know that ain't his kind of music, not only because he looks really stumped, but because he's wearing a black shirt, jeans and eyeliner. But, after a bit, you snap yourself out of your trance and carry on.
About half an hour later, your friends go home, and leave you in Starbucks nursing a tepid cappucino. You drink the lot, and head for the exit. As you near the door, you feel a tap on your shoulder, and spin round so fast, that you almost fall over yourself. It was the guy from the record store.
" Excuse me, but you dropped your keys as you were leaving the coffee shop." He was kind of doe eyed, and he looked a bit nervous.
" Oh, thanks, I'm so clumsy, I'd lose my head if it was loose!" Cue awkward silence, which gave you a minute to look into his gorgeous eyes, which were a nice shade of green. Finally, you speak.
"Erm... I was wondering... would you like to come to mine for a coffee, or a bite to eat, or both?" By this point, you are mad about the guy, you've barly spoken, but, he seems honest enough.
" Er, yeah, sure, that sounds great," He replys, his eyes sparkling like emeralds. Cheesy, I know, but its true! "I'm Billie Joe by the way, whats your name?"
" Me? My name's Brodi!"...
" Brodi, come over here," she calls at the top of her lungs, " Isn't he cute, the guy with the black shirt on!" And suddenly, you find yourself and your three friends staring through the gap in a shelf, looking at some stranger with dark spiked hair.
" God, never mind cute, he's gorgeous!" you think to yourself, and yeah, he is. He looks kinda confused, stood looking at the RnB section, and you know that ain't his kind of music, not only because he looks really stumped, but because he's wearing a black shirt, jeans and eyeliner. But, after a bit, you snap yourself out of your trance and carry on.
About half an hour later, your friends go home, and leave you in Starbucks nursing a tepid cappucino. You drink the lot, and head for the exit. As you near the door, you feel a tap on your shoulder, and spin round so fast, that you almost fall over yourself. It was the guy from the record store.
" Excuse me, but you dropped your keys as you were leaving the coffee shop." He was kind of doe eyed, and he looked a bit nervous.
" Oh, thanks, I'm so clumsy, I'd lose my head if it was loose!" Cue awkward silence, which gave you a minute to look into his gorgeous eyes, which were a nice shade of green. Finally, you speak.
"Erm... I was wondering... would you like to come to mine for a coffee, or a bite to eat, or both?" By this point, you are mad about the guy, you've barly spoken, but, he seems honest enough.
" Er, yeah, sure, that sounds great," He replys, his eyes sparkling like emeralds. Cheesy, I know, but its true! "I'm Billie Joe by the way, whats your name?"
" Me? My name's Brodi!"...
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