"are you seventeen like me, or some whacky ancient age?"
"dunno."
"well, you look seventeen."
"cool," he replies.
"you are honestly so boring."
"do you want me to trip you again?"
"no. i want you to talk to me."
"i don't want to talk to you."
"ughhhhhhhh," i moan "-oof" he punches me in the stomach.
"shut. up. for. satan's. sake."
"fine, but you have t-"
his demon wings spread out wider than a hoes legs and he grabs me on both of my shoulders.
"right, if you won't shut up, i'll make you."
he pushes off the ground, taking me with him, and flaps down the corridor of the building.
"ahhhh," i scream. "how are you fitting in this hallway with your wings all the way open? ahhhh."
"magic." he whispers.
"why are you whispering?" i shout. "i can't hear you, ahhh."
"stop screaming after every sentence," he yells back.
"sorry, i'm not uSED TO FLYING."
we zoom down the corridor even faster.
"put me down justus! i'll shut up!"
his wings turn sideways and open up like sails on a ship, stopping us abruptly.
"you're really strong," i say. "you literally carried me by my shoulders."
he drops me like a baby.
"ouch," i mumble.
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Just Another Cliché Wattpad Story
Humorthis story is intended to be humorous and does not aim to make fun of cliché stories...oh wait, yes it does ;) -•- ever wondered what happens after you die? after 17 year old malakai wakes up with no memory of where he is or why, he makes it his mi...
