Aphrodite. What’s yours, handsome?
My name’s Samuel, or Sam. It’s a pleasure to meet someone like you.
That sounds good. I don’t normally go with strangers, but eh. It’s not like you’re going to kidnap me or anything, right?
Do you perhaps know of a good place to eat around here?
Cornerstone Cafe? They have mean sandwiches. And sweet coffee.
This town should be more… exciting.
Samuel had been smoking all evening. He’d lost count of how many cigarettes he’d smoked, but boredom killed. He had nothing to do and he didn’t feel like going home at all.
So there he sat in the park, puffing smoke. Nobody passed by. The city had been dead. The city had been empty. The people were afraid. The people were hiding.
From the murderer.
Samuel cringed when he reminded himself of that murderer. It was the topic he least wanted to ever recall.
He distracted his mind, then. He put on his headphone and started blaring his favorite music into his ears.
He’d been so immersed in his music when he realized that he was no longer alone. Someone had sat on the other end of the bench, and Samuel turned his head to see if he by any chance knew that person. He could really use someone to talk to right now.
Aurora skipped a class again and went for a walk, she was high aswell. With her headphones on her head, nothing could her, or at least nothing. The only thing she was afraid of was that murderer, he/she killed her parents, she was an orphan one year now. She didn’t care about that, though. She did, do and always will look out for heself. Acording to the fact that her parents her gave a crap about her.
Music: Music was her life. Her dream was to be a singer, her lyrics were real. If you didn’t knew her, you wouldn’t know how hurt she was. Even if she doesn’t show that to the world. She was at the park and saw a familiar face. The little boy she met couple of days ago. His name was Samuel. He was a really attractive boy, but he was underage and her least problem now was to had sex with an uderage boy. She couldn’t it, though. She went and sat next to him. “Hey, sexy stranger.” and gave him a wink.
It took Samuel a second to remember that he’d met that girl before. Aurora, yes, he remembered. It was quite an uncommon name for him - at least he’d never slept with someone named Aurora before. He’d done if with plenty of Annas, Jessicas, and Kayleys. All those generic names he’d forget easily.
Besides, that girl before his eyes had a sort of charisma he wouldn’t forget. She was pretty, of course, but sometimes pretty girls were boring. Aurora wasn’t. Too bad she was a good few years older than him so he wouldn’t look at her that way, but she was sure a good companion to talk to.
He turned off his iPod and put his headphone around his neck, smiling at her. “Oh, hey, Aurora. What a surprise,” he said. “How are you doing?”
Samuel had been smoking all evening. He’d lost count of how many cigarettes he’d smoked, but boredom killed. He had nothing to do and he didn’t feel like going home at all.
So there he sat in the park, puffing smoke. Nobody passed by. The city had been dead. The city had been empty. The people were afraid. The people were hiding.
From the murderer.
Samuel cringed when he reminded himself of that murderer. It was the topic he least wanted to ever recall.
He distracted his mind, then. He put on his headphone and started blaring his favorite music into his ears.
He’d been so immersed in his music when he realized that he was no longer alone. Someone had sat on the other end of the bench, and Samuel turned his head to see if he by any chance knew that person. He could really use someone to talk to right now.
