Ryan shivers and pulls his coat sleeves over his hands, gripping the fabric in his shivering fingers. He trudges along and wishes he had worn an extra layer.
He checks his phone again for the address, still the same. He's on the right street. He walks along, watching as the driveways pass, he glances at every mailbox, the numbers glistening in the hazy sunlight.
39...
37...
35...
33...
Aha! 31! He smiles as he arrives at the house, shuffling up the long driveway. He stares up at the looming building and only just realises how huge it was. He doesn't think much of it and trudges up the front steps and wipes the snow off his soles, finally knocking.
When the door knob turns he realises, he never knew what Jake looked like.
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Ryden Kik
FanfictionWho knew a drunk text could blossom into so much more? (I STARTED WRITING THIS IN LATE 2017 IT IS BAD)
