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I sigh as I finish typing away at my screen and sigh as I lean back. I can't believe this. After all the years I've been writing I finally meet what I thought couldn't happen… GOD DAMN WRITER'S BLOCK! I want to punch something as I look over my story and can't seem to figure out why the story seemed to get anywhere. I don't want too keep writing or give up… I haven't done anything fun for a while maybe I'll do something like that.
I get up from my chair as I look around my boxed up apartment. It's been a while since I moved in, but I know that everything is still in boxes against the wall the only things that are out is the furniture and my TV. I wonder what happened to me. I used to be a lot more OCD about things. Though I haven't killed my cat yet or forgotten about it's care the year I picked it up from the streets.
I look around as I call out to him, "Pantherlily."
I call out to him a few more times and there's nothing too be seen I sigh when I notice that I had left the window by the fire escape open yet again. He must have gotten outside oh well he was originally a stray too begin with. Since my cat isn't here to play I guess I'll go outside the apartment for today. I need some good stretching anyways.
I'm walking out of my apartment when I notice short messy blue hair on kid who's carrying a heavy box I run over too her too grab it. She sighs I guess from me taking the weight off of her hands she looks over at me and gasps. Her eyes are wide and I'm not sure if it's from fear or surprise. I mean I am a 6' 5" guy with piercings all over my body, a scarred up arm, and i've been told my red eyes are scary.
It's too silent so I decide to break it by asking the shorty a question, "Shorty, are you moving in with your parents?"
The look on her face almost makes me laugh with hos she pouts up at me, "I'm not a child. I'm 21 for crying out loud."
I chuckle as I look her over, "So doesn't mean you still live with them."
"No, I'm helping my friend move in with her boyfriend on this floor now hand me the box."
This girl is surprising. I thought when she first looked at me she would be kind, innocent, and maybe a bit of a baby, but she seems to be a spitfire with a pretty hot attitude.
"Levy, don't piss off Metal head," I hear the voice of Flame Brain call over.
"Metal head?" She asks confused as she slips the box back into her hands.
