MUSIC: Why'd you only call me when you're high? - Arctic Monkeys

Amelia above^

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Amelia's P.O.V

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My cousin had gone home today so I hid in my room for the evening. I shouldn't have had to face the devil's minions by myself. They hated me. I hated them. It had always been like that and it always would be.

I got up from my bed because I needed some air.

I went over to my window and slid it open with ease. I climbed onto the outside windowsill, then shut it again. I sat on the edge of the windowsill and lowered myself as low as I could, then let go. I landed on the roof of the conservatory and jumped off, landing on the trampoline.

I got off the trampoline and walked towards my back gate that led to the road. I tried to open it. It was locked.

I smirked, they thought it would stop me. I climbed on top of the fence, and jumped back down the other side. I dusted myself off before I started walking down the road.

The streets were dead. It was 11 pm after all. After walking for a while I reached my destination. 

The park.

I walked in. It was empty. I strode over to the set of swings, sat down, and started swinging......

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Ryan's P.O.V

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I was sick of my house. Absolutely sick of it. It held no memories, barely any furniture, no pictures. Nothing.

Nothing that resembled a home at all. I walked out of the front door. My 'dad' and 'step-mum' were out for dinner.

I walked for about 5 minutes until I found the park. From what I could see only one person was there; they were on the swings.

I used to come to the park every day, until one day I just stopped. Life became too busy and I had no time for simple pleasures.

I walked behind the person. It was a girl.

"Oi, get off the swing. Now." I demanded. I got no answer and glared at her slow, moving figure. I walked around so I could see her and my glare never once wavered. When she spotted the look on my face she smirked cockily at me.

"Well that's no way to treat a lady now is it?" She asked, still smirking.

" Well in my book girls or 'Lady's' get treated like lads without the getting hit stuff . Especially if they smirk like that." I said observing her face before I looked down her body. She was wearing some black skinny jeans, vans, a plain top and a oversized black hoodie which looked like a guy's one. Her hair was blonde and I assumed she chucked it up considering the state it was in.

"Well I will agree with you there except from the violence bit. I'm particular skilled and experienced in that department." She said and I nodded warily. She was.... Different, very different. She reminded me of myself.

"Trust me love, you couldn't make me stumble." I said, and smirked at her. She seemed small. Probably short and chubby. It was hard to tell in darkness.

She jumped off of the swing and walked towards me.

"Is that a challenge?" She asked.

"Yes it is." I responded and she smirked.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked coming closer. She was a quite a few inches shorter than me, but seemed like she would tower over most girls. She wasn't fat, to say the least. She seemed right for her height, but it was hard to tell since she was wearing a big hoodie.

"Are you done checking me out yet?" She asked icily.

"Actually no." I answered, a smirk playing on my lips. She walked up close to me before she grabbed my hair and yanked hard enough that she had control over my movements, but not enough to hurt.

"Now what do you want me to do?" She asked, a knowing smirk on her lips when she saw my shocked expression.

"Well stage 1 complete. You are able to have control over me. Stage 2 is that you have to be able to make me stumble or fall over." I said and she looked at me unimpressed as she let go of my hair.

"This is too easy..." She trailed off sighing...