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After awhile, I got to my feet and walked to my room. I needed to get dressed. Even if I was going to hang out at home all day, there wasn't any harm in putting on some decent clothes.

I plundered through my closet, searching for an outfit, and picked out a White shirt with the American flag, and some dark blue jeans. I threw the clothes on and looked around for my gray boots and some socks.

I really needed to clean my room.

I pulled on my shoes and socks, then grabbed my jacket and walked back downstairs. Maka sat on the bottom stair, licking her paw in a repetitive, monotonous motion. I sat beside her and watched, and she jumped off the stair and started batting at my shoelaces.

I couldn't help but grin as I watched her; she was obviously very amused by the shoelaces. I picked her up and she squeaked and batted at my hand as I scratched her behind the ears. Her tail lashed back and forth.

I set her down and got to my feet. I still felt sore, but there wasn't really any point in staying at home all day; I'd just get bored. I walked out to the garage and brought Maka's cat carrier back inside, and put her inside. I would have let her stay out, but I didn't want to risk her making a mess in the house. She cried as I walked out the door, and I almost went back to let her out, then decided against it. She'd be okay for an hour or so.

I shoved my hands in the pocket of my jacket, and walked down the sidewalk with my head down. I didn't know exactly where I was going, I was just walking. I ended up at the park, and sat down against a tree, wondering about the enigma that was Sonny.

Was he really as bad as he seemed? Or was he just trying to hold up some worthless reputation?

I didn't have the slightest idea, and it bothered me. He had saved me, but he had also spent the last week making my life hell. Was it all for a reputation?

Why would he want the reputation of a criminal anyway? I thought back to his words earlier. "You act tough, you don't get challenged."

I was brought back to reality as the devil himself sat down beside me. "So, you change your mind?" he asked.

I wondered briefly how he always managed to find me, and then frowned at him. He was dressed in a black and Gray shirt, blue converse, sunglasses and a pair of black jeans.

He only laughed. "What?"

I shook my head. "Nothing. Just... seems like you're following me."

He gave an arrogant smirk. "I told you I was going to the park. Technically, you were the one who followed me."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and lighter, and after lighting it, took a long drag.

I coughed and he looked at me. "The smoke bothering you?"

I shook my head and held in another cough. "No."

He shrugged and finished the cigarette before dropping it beside him and stomping it to put out the ashes. I frowned.

"Why do you smoke?"

"It's an addiction. You start, and it's really hard to stop." He looked over at a group of little kids who were chasing each other around in circles.

"Hey, I'm having a party at my place tonight. You wanna come?"

I thought for a moment. Parties really weren't my thing...

"Who's coming?"

"Only the best." He winked at me. "Some of the basketball team and cheerleaders. I figured it'd be a chance for you to, y'know, get some friends. You never really talk much at school."

I scratched my shoulder. "I don't talk much because I don't like anyone there, and no one likes me either."

He sat quietly for a moment. "Well come anyway, okay?" He got to his feet and offered me a hand.

I stood up without his help and he dropped his hand to his side.

"Why do you want me there so badly?" I asked.

He shuffled from foot to foot. "Just.. I don't know."

I felt my stomach flop and bit the inside of my cheek. Was it from nervousness or something else? I mentally slapped myself before answering. "I uh... I don't know where you live."

I tried desperately to think of an excuse, any excuse.

He laughed. "Is that your only excuse?" He paused for a moment. "Come on Will... please?" His tone was pleading. I looked away quickly, but felt myself giving into him. "Fine... I'll come." I sighed.

He smiled and I could hear the excitement in his voice.

"Really?! Great!" He gave me his address. "Hey, be there around six thirty alright?" He leaned in, and to my complete surprise, hugged me.

I felt my heart stop for a moment, but as quick as he had leaned in, he was gone. Before I could say something else, he was walking away.

I stood in shock for a moment, and when I finally came to my senses, the only thought that came to mind was that he had actually hugged me.

Maybe I was wrong about him all along, Maybe he is a nice guy.

Next Update: Nov/13. Thanks for reading