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Daisy ✧
The day flew quickly; Miya had offered to drive me home today, though she couldn't stay as her mother wanted her home after school.
I went up to my room and tidied it up a bit because it looked like it had been hit by a hurricane.
After that, I went to shower and got ready for tonight with Angel.
I was excited, he managed to fill my thoughts at all times; even yesterday, when I was with Francis, he managed to find his way into them.
I changed into my clothes and applied a light layer of concealer, mascara, and my favourite strawberry lipgloss.
My natural soft curls were combed out, and I let my hair flow loosely down my back.
After pairing it all with some jewellery I grabbed a small purse and placed some of my things inside.
Just as I finished, a knock came from the front door.
I hurriedly grabbed my phone and shut and locked my window.
My feet scattered down the stairs and walked straight to the front door.
I flung the door open and prepared to greet Angel when I realised it wasn't him.
Francis smiled down at me as he stood at the doorway, leaning against it.
"Hey, Francis." I greet him.
He gives me a quick nod and scans my attire, thankfully not for long enough to make me uncomfortable.
"Going out?" He asks.
I nod and smile.
"You look cute, he's a lucky guy." Francis says, smiling warmly at me.
I giggle and shrug.
"What are you doing here?" I ask him.
"My sister wanted me to ask the neighbours next door what day the bin truck comes." He says casually.
"Oh, Saturday mornings." I answer him.
A shadow loomed over him as he was ready to respond, Angel's tall body completely hovering over Francis.
He noticed this and took a step to the side and looked up.
Angel's face was contained with a deadly glare, which was mostly directed at Francis.
Boy better run for his life.
"I'll see you later, Daisy," Francis gives me a short nod and walks away.
Angel stood there watching him walk away, his eyes shooting bullets into his back.
I put my hand on his arm to draw his attention to myself.
His glare remains visible when he snaps his eyes towards me, though it gradually fades.
I smile at him and gently brush my palm against his arm, hoping to calm him a little.
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Moonlight
Romance** Currently in the progress of being rewritten :)** - Angel Romano was known for his ruthless ways. They said he was a supposed duplicate of his father, but only to be worse. He was known for his cold exterior, his heartless heart. But most import...
