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Nothing was more terrifying that the blank page that sat before you. You banged you head on the desk in frustration, cursing under your breath the English teacher who gave the assignment, which was due after the in service day tomorrow.
"Write a short story he said" you muttered. "It would be easy he said." The assignment given was to write a story about anything, as long as it was ten pages in length. Nope, you had to get out, the piece of paper was taunting you. Slipping a thin cotton coat, you slipped out and found the sun beginning to sink into the horizon. Fully aware the day was winding down, the walk was to be short.
Inspiration could hit from anywhere, but you weren't having any luck. Everything was the same as every evening in the neighborhood, children riding bikes on sidewalks posing a threat of running you over, Mr. Green was giving his dying garden water, Ms. Red was swapping saliva with her new boyfriend on her front porch, and Ms. Blue and her cat army were glaring at those who dared to pass by. Maybe you could write a story about a crazy cat lady like Ms. Blue.

With the light of day faded away you called it quits and headed back home. Maybe the parental units would be home, but you knew that they were probably at work doing night shift, or going out. At least the weekend was near, then they'd be home to hang out with you. Zoning out, you almost missed the moan pain that came from a darkened alleyway. Thinking it was a figment of you imagination, you pressed on but the whines came again.
Biting your lip you urged yourself to continue walking home but you couldn't leave with making sure someone was hurt. Cautiously you walked into the ally, searching for signs of life. About to call off the search you spotted something moving from behind the dumpster. With shaky breathes you investigate the source of the movement, to find the body of a young male.
"Oh God" is all you manage to spit out, fearing you found a dead body. To you surprise and relief, you see his chest rise and fall. Dropping to your knees beside him you lay your head on his chest to find a steady heart rate, confirming he was at least alive. Next you examine him for injury, there were no cuts on his tan uniform but you soon found the reason for unconsciousness. As you searched for bumps on his head, you found one, he must have been hit pretty good.
You reached for your phone in your back pocket, but found nothing but air. You began to panic and search yourself for the phone. To anyone passing by you looked to be dancing the Macarena as you searched for the blasted piece of technology. You groaned realizing you must have left it at the house in your hurry to get out. Knowing you couldn't leave him here, you began to drag him to your house which wasn't to far away. Damn, this guy was heavier than you previously thought.

If only your neighbors could see you now, looking like you were planning to hid a body. With a sigh of relief, you made it to your front door with the unconscious man. Locking the door behind you, you attempt to pick him up, and ungracefully dropped him on the couch. Still out of breath from dragging, you ran to the kitchen to retrieve an icepack and placed it on the bump. Exhausted from prior activities involving dragging people, you sat on the floor next to the unexpected guest.
Glancing at the man, you brushed some hair out of his face, and for the first time tonight you realized how attractive he looked. With his auburn hair framing his tan face you felt you face heat up. He was pretty damn fine.
As you creepily continued to stare, you jumped a mile as his eyes opened, revealing purple orbs. His eyes read confusion as they darted back a forth, until they focused on you. Then, they clearly showed anger.
"What the hell" he screamed out, causing you to begin to squirm back from the awoken madman. "You think you can just knock me out and get away with it?!" He sat up quickly, swaying for a second due to his head but soon focusing back on you. In an attempt to flee, you rushed to your feet and began to run toward your door. Before you could take a few steps away, you were hit with his weight and toppled to the floor, him on top to ensure his weight pinned you down.
"Please wait" you cried out. "I didn't knock you out!" The sound of a switchblade being open seemed to echo through the room, causing you to try and escape his grip even more.
"Really?" The Italian asked, enjoying watching you struggle. "Then do speak up girl, who did?" The body below him went limp and caused him to tense up. What were you planning?
"I don't know who knocked you out" you admitted, hoping this lunatic would understand. "I was walking home when I heard someone in pain, and found you unconscious. I didn't have the phone to call 911 so I brought you to my house." There was silence from above you, just breathing as his breathes warmed the back of you neck. Without warning, the weight was lifted off your body, allowing you to get off the carpeted floors.
"I apologize for the slight misunderstanding" the man said cheerfully. "Miss??"
"(Name)" you said without thinking. "What about you hothead?" His eyes narrowed at the sound of your insult, but seemed to brush it off.
"Luciano" he said. After a few seconds of silence, he smirked and sat back on the couch. "Well go on" he stated looking at you as though expecting something.
"Go on with what?" You asked clueless to what he wanted. You couldn't believe you had helped this idiot sitting before you.
"Must I say everything?" He sighed, putting his hand on his forehead and looking at you disappointed. "You guest is starving, why don't you be a good host and make something, like pasta?" He crossed the line, he thought you were going to cook him dinner after he, I don't know, kind of tackled you to the floor? You stomped toward him and grabbed the collar of his uniform.
"Get out" you stated simply, hoping you sounded a lot more threatening than you felt.
"Your going to throw me out with an injury like this?" He asked, placing a hand on the bump. He took his hand back as a sharp pain ensued when he place his hand there. "The people who did this could still be out there." He had a point and you let him go.

"One wrong move and your out" you warned, and walked to the kitchen defeated. A plan, you need a plan you thought as you looked for a pot to boil water. You can across a pan and began to think of the movie Tangled, if a pan worked for Rapunzel it could work for you, maybe.
"(Name)" a voice behind you began, causing you to jump. "What are you doing?" Damn Italian, you put the pan on the counter for later and took out a medium sized pot.
"Just thinking" you said, turning on the burner and placing the pot of water on top. You turned your attention to him and watched him play with a small blade as he sat on the counter next to you.
"Why help someone you don't know?" Luciano asked suddenly.
"Maybe if you put that knife away, I'll tell you" you said, adding angel hair pasta to the boiling water. He glared at you, but the knife disappeared into his pocket and he looked at you curiously. "You were hurt, and I knew I couldn't just leave you there. I didn't know the severity of your injury and I brought you here because I couldn't leave you to die." In the silence that followed you mixed the paste and glanced over at him. He was looking down and appeared to be thinking about something. Shrugging it off, you strained the pasta mixed it with butter.
"Why are you putting butter in there" he asked eyeing the pasta. "What about the tomato sauce!?" You rolled you eyes, filled a bowl with pasta and offered it to him. Grabbing a fork from you, he cautiously took a bite. "You can actually cook" he exclaimed in surprise.

After Luciano finished eating, he handed you the empty bowl and walked out the kitchen to explore the rest of the house. Muttering to yourself, you cleaned the kitchen up, started the dish washer, and went to go look for him. No luck in the living room, the laundry room, or the hallways. As you continued to look you discover all the house phones were missing.
"Luciano" you yelled, tired of trying to find him. No answer followed you call. Running out of places to look, you took a quick peek in you bedroom and couldn't believe him. Like he owned the place, he was on your bed dead asleep. Several minutes of yelling and shoving later, he was still asleep and hadn't even budged. Refusing to let him win, you laid down on you bed next to him, taking as much space as possible, with your arms and legs out like a starfish. You grinned in victory, that is until he rolled over onto your left arm crushing it and rendering you unable to move.
You struggled, kicked, yelled and punched with your right arm but either this guy was dead asleep or awake and refusing to get up. Looking up at the ceiling in defeat, you sighed eyelids beginning to get heavy.
"This is the last time I'm being nice to strangers" you groan drifting into sleep. Before drifting into darkness, you felt yourself being pulled into a warm body.

You woke up surround by warmth, opened your eyes to find a tan uniform in front of you. It took you a second to remember last night and to realize what was going on. You found yourself entrapped by Luciano's arms and your head in his chest. Relief flooded your body when you realized this was an in service day for school because you were sure you would have been late.
"Morning" the man next to you chirped realizing you were awake.
"What the hell were you doing sleeping in my bed?!" You growled beginning to struggle, then realizing just how sore you were.
"Thank you" Luciano muttered under his breath. You honestly didn't hear him the first time and asked him to repeat what he said. "Thank you for putting up with me" he said loud enough for you to hear. "For making me food and for taking me to your home." You sharply inhaled surprised that he was thanking you, and it almost made up for everything, almost. He sat up, his warmth leaving you as he got up from the bed. "See you soon (Name)" he said exiting the room. "I have some business to take care of."
"Wait" you called out, but when you looked through the house to find him, it was empty. As your search began winding down, your phone rang out announcing you had a text. You found it on the desk, Luciano must have returned it.
"Don't worry" a text from an unfamiliar number began. "We'll see each other again soon -Luciano."
"That sneaky bastard" you muttered realizing he had found you number on your phone.
As you replayed the event of yesterday and today in your head, and idea popped up. You sat back down in front of the blank paper from last night and wrote a story based on previous events.

You got an A.

Description
Nothing was more terrifying that the blank page that sat before you. You banged you head on the desk in frustration, cursing under your breath the English teacher who gave the assignment, which was due after the in service day tomorrow.
"Write a short story he said" you muttered. "It would be easy he said." The assignment given was to write a story about anything, as long as it was ten pages in length. Nope, you had to get out, the piece of paper was taunting you. Slipping a thin cotton coat, you slipped out and found the sun beginning to sink into the horizon. Fully aware the day was winding down, the walk was to be short.
Inspiration could hit from anywhere, but you weren't having any luck. Everything was the same as every evening in the neighborhood, children riding bikes on sidewalks posing a threat of running you over, Mr. Green was giving his dying garden water, Ms. Red was swapping saliva with her new boyfriend on her front porch, and Ms. Blue and her cat army were glaring at those who dared to pass by. Maybe you could write a story about a crazy cat lady like Ms. Blue.

With the light of day faded away you called it quits and headed back home. Maybe the parental units would be home, but you knew that they were probably at work doing night shift, or going out. At least the weekend was near, then they'd be home to hang out with you. Zoning out, you almost missed the moan pain that came from a darkened alleyway. Thinking it was a figment of you imagination, you pressed on but the whines came again.
Biting your lip you urged yourself to continue walking home but you couldn't leave with making sure someone was hurt. Cautiously you walked into the ally, searching for signs of life. About to call off the search you spotted something moving from behind the dumpster. With shaky breathes you investigate the source of the movement, to find the body of a young male.
"Oh God" is all you manage to spit out, fearing you found a dead body. To you surprise and relief, you see his chest rise and fall. Dropping to your knees beside him you lay your head on his chest to find a steady heart rate, confirming he was at least alive. Next you examine him for injury, there were no cuts on his tan uniform but you soon found the reason for unconsciousness. As you searched for bumps on his head, you found one, he must have been hit pretty good.
You reached for your phone in your back pocket, but found nothing but air. You began to panic and search yourself for the phone. To anyone passing by you looked to be dancing the Macarena as you searched for the blasted piece of technology. You groaned realizing you must have left it at the house in your hurry to get out. Knowing you couldn't leave him here, you began to drag him to your house which wasn't to far away. Damn, this guy was heavier than you previously thought.

If only your neighbors could see you now, looking like you were planning to hid a body. With a sigh of relief, you made it to your front door with the unconscious man. Locking the door behind you, you attempt to pick him up, and ungracefully dropped him on the couch. Still out of breath from dragging, you ran to the kitchen to retrieve an icepack and placed it on the bump. Exhausted from prior activities involving dragging people, you sat on the floor next to the unexpected guest.
Glancing at the man, you brushed some hair out of his face, and for the first time tonight you realized how attractive he looked. With his auburn hair framing his tan face you felt you face heat up. He was pretty damn fine.
As you creepily continued to stare, you jumped a mile as his eyes opened, revealing purple orbs. His eyes read confusion as they darted back a forth, until they focused on you. Then, they clearly showed anger.
"What the hell" he screamed out, causing you to begin to squirm back from the awoken madman. "You think you can just knock me out and get away with it?!" He sat up quickly, swaying for a second due to his head but soon focusing back on you. In an attempt to flee, you rushed to your feet and began to run toward your door. Before you could take a few steps away, you were hit with his weight and toppled to the floor, him on top to ensure his weight pinned you down.
"Please wait" you cried out. "I didn't knock you out!" The sound of a switchblade being open seemed to echo through the room, causing you to try and escape his grip even more.
"Really?" The Italian asked, enjoying watching you struggle. "Then do speak up girl, who did?" The body below him went limp and caused him to tense up. What were you planning?
"I don't know who knocked you out" you admitted, hoping this lunatic would understand. "I was walking home when I heard someone in pain, and found you unconscious. I didn't have the phone to call 911 so I brought you to my house." There was silence from above you, just breathing as his breathes warmed the back of you neck. Without warning, the weight was lifted off your body, allowing you to get off the carpeted floors.
"I apologize for the slight misunderstanding" the man said cheerfully. "Miss??"
"(Name)" you said without thinking. "What about you hothead?" His eyes narrowed at the sound of your insult, but seemed to brush it off.
"Luciano" he said. After a few seconds of silence, he smirked and sat back on the couch. "Well go on" he stated looking at you as though expecting something.
"Go on with what?" You asked clueless to what he wanted. You couldn't believe you had helped this idiot sitting before you.
"Must I say everything?" He sighed, putting his hand on his forehead and looking at you disappointed. "You guest is starving, why don't you be a good host and make something, like pasta?" He crossed the line, he thought you were going to cook him dinner after he, I don't know, kind of tackled you to the floor? You stomped toward him and grabbed the collar of his uniform.
"Get out" you stated simply, hoping you sounded a lot more threatening than you felt.
"Your going to throw me out with an injury like this?" He asked, placing a hand on the bump. He took his hand back as a sharp pain ensued when he place his hand there. "The people who did this could still be out there." He had a point and you let him go.

"One wrong move and your out" you warned, and walked to the kitchen defeated. A plan, you need a plan you thought as you looked for a pot to boil water. You can across a pan and began to think of the movie Tangled, if a pan worked for Rapunzel it could work for you, maybe.
"(Name)" a voice behind you began, causing you to jump. "What are you doing?" Damn Italian, you put the pan on the counter for later and took out a medium sized pot.
"Just thinking" you said, turning on the burner and placing the pot of water on top. You turned your attention to him and watched him play with a small blade as he sat on the counter next to you.
"Why help someone you don't know?" Luciano asked suddenly.
"Maybe if you put that knife away, I'll tell you" you said, adding angel hair pasta to the boiling water. He glared at you, but the knife disappeared into his pocket and he looked at you curiously. "You were hurt, and I knew I couldn't just leave you there. I didn't know the severity of your injury and I brought you here because I couldn't leave you to die." In the silence that followed you mixed the paste and glanced over at him. He was looking down and appeared to be thinking about something. Shrugging it off, you strained the pasta mixed it with butter.
"Why are you putting butter in there" he asked eyeing the pasta. "What about the tomato sauce!?" You rolled you eyes, filled a bowl with pasta and offered it to him. Grabbing a fork from you, he cautiously took a bite. "You can actually cook" he exclaimed in surprise.

After Luciano finished eating, he handed you the empty bowl and walked out the kitchen to explore the rest of the house. Muttering to yourself, you cleaned the kitchen up, started the dish washer, and went to go look for him. No luck in the living room, the laundry room, or the hallways. As you continued to look you discover all the house phones were missing.
"Luciano" you yelled, tired of trying to find him. No answer followed you call. Running out of places to look, you took a quick peek in you bedroom and couldn't believe him. Like he owned the place, he was on your bed dead asleep. Several minutes of yelling and shoving later, he was still asleep and hadn't even budged. Refusing to let him win, you laid down on you bed next to him, taking as much space as possible, with your arms and legs out like a starfish. You grinned in victory, that is until he rolled over onto your left arm crushing it and rendering you unable to move.
You struggled, kicked, yelled and punched with your right arm but either this guy was dead asleep or awake and refusing to get up. Looking up at the ceiling in defeat, you sighed eyelids beginning to get heavy.
"This is the last time I'm being nice to strangers" you groan drifting into sleep. Before drifting into darkness, you felt yourself being pulled into a warm body.

You woke up surround by warmth, opened your eyes to find a tan uniform in front of you. It took you a second to remember last night and to realize what was going on. You found yourself entrapped by Luciano's arms and your head in his chest. Relief flooded your body when you realized this was an in service day for school because you were sure you would have been late.
"Morning" the man next to you chirped realizing you were awake.
"What the hell were you doing sleeping in my bed?!" You growled beginning to struggle, then realizing just how sore you were.
"Thank you" Luciano muttered under his breath. You honestly didn't hear him the first time and asked him to repeat what he said. "Thank you for putting up with me" he said loud enough for you to hear. "For making me food and for taking me to your home." You sharply inhaled surprised that he was thanking you, and it almost made up for everything, almost. He sat up, his warmth leaving you as he got up from the bed. "See you soon (Name)" he said exiting the room. "I have some business to take care of."
"Wait" you called out, but when you looked through the house to find him, it was empty. As your search began winding down, your phone rang out announcing you had a text. You found it on the desk, Luciano must have returned it.
"Don't worry" a text from an unfamiliar number began. "We'll see each other again soon -Luciano."
"That sneaky bastard" you muttered realizing he had found you number on your phone.
As you replayed the event of yesterday and today in your head, and idea popped up. You sat back down in front of the blank paper from last night and wrote a story based on previous events.

You got an A.