Hayley's POV
Well... Music does calm me down... It doesn't help me when I'm walking around L.A in the middle of the night now does it? I was looking everywhere but in front of me, so I didn't see this really hot guy in front of me. I was admiring the sights around me when, I guess my music was a bit loud and I walked to close to him, I turned back forward and this dude grabbed my wrist and twisted it. "OW! OW! OW! OW! OW! STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP!" and by that time I was down on by right knee with him still holding my wrist, and then realizing I didn't mean to scare him and let go. I dropped back and leaned against the brick building behind me holding my wrist, with a tightened face of pain. "Sorry" he said "I thought you were trying to mug me" then he ran a hand through his amazing dirty blonde hair, his sparkling eyes on mine. "Yeah... like I'D be able to" I said back with a slight smile. He came and sat down next to me "Sorry about your wrist" he said sympathetically.
"I'll live" I said.
"You want me to walk you home?"
"I ran away"
"Oh"
"Yeah"
"Why?"
"My parents were neglectful b****es"
"That's a bit harsh"
"Oh no... not at all"
He stared out toward the street for a minuet and then back at me. "Well... you can stay at my place if you want" he offered. I smiled over at him "What? You just go around helping random people off the streets?"
"More or less"
"Yeah Thanks"
"C'mon"
He got off the ground and offered me his hand. I grabbed it with my left hand and he pulled me up, no problem, and led me to his house.