no, of course those foot steps aren’t his
they r 2 loud 2 b his, and they r 2 slow, his r quick and soft, but mine r quicker nd silent,
do i hav enough time 2 run away from this stranger?
nope,
“ow, wat the hell was that?” the stranger sed in a boyish voice
“that was u tripping over me” i ansewered
“oh i thot i heard sum1, r u ok? here let me help u up.”
“o yea i’m fine i just was crying bcuz i was lost in this fog nd i’m scared.” i lied
“oh, well u dont hav 2 b scared, i’m here now.”
i didnt yet realize how tru that was. he walked me out of the fog in2 a dirt rode next 2 a freeway, wen we were out of the fog i got a look at his face, it was thin nd his eyes were icey blue and they staredat u w/e such curiousity nd he was tall nd his hair was brown nd curly
he was cute
i didnt care where we were going
all i wanted 2 kno now was his name