I was hiding from someone. Maybe the Law. Like Javert from Les Miserable, or some private dick. Or most likely a hit man (so he couldn't just come out in the open and blow me away.) Or maybe it was just some girl (who might have been the girl of my dreams if not for the simple fact that she didn't like me) that I was trying to make jealous.
So I sat down next to my friend, a cute girl. (Of course, she has a boyfriend.) I haven't hung out with her in a while, which is a shame, since she's a lot of fun to hang around with, and this undefined figure appears.... I can't get a good look at his or her face, and I whisper to my friend.... "Pretend we're making out or something," and she turns to me, she doesn't have to say a thing. Her eyes open wide, and her lips curve with bemusement. I can read her face. "What?!" interrobang and all, but then she gets a look at the guy who's chasing me.... She's a pragmatic girl, her boyfriend would understand, what with the situation and all, and (unfortunate for me) we both know where we stand anyway, it wouldn't mean a thing, so she pulls me close, and I bury my head in her hair.... Well, not really, I just kind of hover in her aura, almost touching but not quite, and I'm getting intoxicated by her fragrance. Despite it all, I am a shy guy, and I really did mean to just pretend, just so that the hit man would leave me alone for a little while. And this shadowy figure.... I can feel him coming closer, so I crouch down, hovering over my friend's neck, and she giggles a little because my scruffy face tickles, and then all of the sudden the guy is gone, and I reluctantly pull away from my friend, it was nice to just pretend even for a moment, and then wakefulness took me, and I shook my head, wondering what that was all about.
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