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§Don't let them say
"This is the way, that you are"

§I'm a wild one...
And I don't give a damn.

§We were better off when we were ignorant and dreaming on Starlight Drive.

§I'll take all pain and suffering,
But I'm such a sucker sometimes.

§There's a hole in my heart,
That's been cut out of stone

§I won't believe the lies that hide the truth.

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I felt at home, well how I always pictured a home to feel like anyway. Bobby and I were getting along pretty well, and our little disagreements here and there kept things interesting. Our way of thinking was almost completely different, as if we had grown up in two entirely different generations., which is odd seeing as he is not that much older than me. He has, however, grown very protective of me, which I also do not quite understand, but I have promised not to bother him with anymore questions on that subject, for now at least. “Jayla, I am home.” Speak of the devil. “Can you come down here?” “Sure,” I yelled back. I hit the pause button on the treadmill, jumping off before it even began slowing down, and made my way downstairs. I took a couple grocery bags from the front hallway, and made my way to the kitchen. “Hello there,” An unfamiliar voice said behind me. “Um, hi,” I looked at the guy standing in the kitchen doorway, with a case of water in his arms. He had short, shaggy black hair, light blue eyes, though I could only see one, a pale complexion, and a pretty well toned body, which was dressed in relaxed fit dark wash jeans, and a plain black t-shirt. “You must be--” “Jayla, what are you wearing?” Bobby interrupted the guy I didn't know as he walked into the kitchen. “Clothes,” I answered, a little sarcastically as I went back to putting the groceries away. “Does not look like it,” He replied, walking over to me. I looked down at my attire, a white wife beater, my black sports bra clearly visible, and a pair of girl boxers. “I would appreciate it if you did not walk around half naked when we have company,” Bobby said, and by his tone, I knew he was trying not to get angry. “I was exercising, and when you called me down here, you didn't inform me that we had company,” I retorted, folding my arms across my chest. “Just go back upstairs Jayla, please.” After huffing, I went back upstairs, just as pissed as Bobby. Really, what right did he have to be angry anyway? I jumped back on the treadmill, finishing up my last ten minutes so I could take a nice relaxing shower. Thirty minutes later, I dragged myself out of the hot water, deciding not to raise the water bill. Once I had a towel wrapped tightly around my body, I put my hair in one, and made my way to my room. I dressed in a pair of black cropped sweats with little silver stars all over them, and a yellow tank top. Comfortable. “Jayla,” Bobby knocked on the door before opening it, “Are you joining us for dinner?” “That depends,” I took the towel off my hair, drying my ends with it, “Does my outfit agree with you?”

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