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FuN FaCt: Fear of the number 13 is called.......triskaidekaphobia.
What the actual-
Ok anyways ENJOY
Sahana P.O.V
"It was nice talking to you too." I smiled at the bartender before telling Blaire I had to head out and thanking her for the invite.
"Ah, my feet are so fucking sore." I hissed while quickly walking to my car.
I opened the door and looked down at my feet, "Eh whatever." I said before taking my heels off and threw them on the floor of the backseat.
While I was driving home, my stomach began harshly grumbling.
I put a hand over it, "Ugh I just literally had 2 sprites there."
It never stopped grumbling, even when I reached my apartment garage.
I scrunched my face in displeasure as I walked to the elevator barefoot, with the heels hanging on my fingers.
Rapidly, I pressed the up button until it opened.
"Took you long enough, dumb shit."
I sighed entering, my hand still over my stomach.
Tiny burps escaped my mouth, due to only engulfing on a carbonated drink.
The doors opened and I quickly stepped out.
Slowly I started to get dizzy, my vision became slightly blurry.
I shook my head, "Get yourself together, Sahana." slightly slapping my cheek.
I shuffled through my purse, thankfully finding my keys soon enough, and opened the door into my home.
Monty came running to me and began jumping on my legs.
I knelt down, "Hey boy."
I smiled looking around for Mable, "Ah I guess she left."
I tried to get up, but my stomach now pained.
"Ow, oh my god."
My head ached more and more.
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The Neighbor
Romance"Who the hell are you?" "What the hell are you doing in my apartment?" A story between two neighbors and an incident that slowly draws them together *Disclaimer* this story has strong language and violence
