Creative Writing: Ghetto Heights

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Klaus picked up his fork and begin to eat as he looked at the brunet a bit embarrassed and a little worried that he was not digging into the meal. "Is there something wrong with your food Leo?" The young man sprung up, flustered by the question then slowly calmed down. "N-no the food is alright it's just that...I was thinking. Why were you at the Ghetto Heights? I-It's not like I didn't want to see you...it was just unexpected." Leo begins to fidget his fingers hiding his face under his bangs. The red haired man didn't know how to answer instead of telling the truth. "Chain told me you were at Ghetto Heights and that you wanted to see me. I wasn't expecting to see Mr. Drummond with you though. I regretted the way I acted. I'm sorry." He looked …show more content…
"No, I bet someone is saying nice things about me." She gloated. "You! Nice! Ahaha, I'm going to die of laughter!-" the visible werewolf back kicked Zapp in the face.

"It's okay, really. Besides I-I kind of find it charming." Leo shyly said, slowly extending his hand to stroke the Giants knuckles. The Libra leader looked up, unclenching his fists and gently hold the brunet's hand. Slowly but surely raising it to his lips to kiss. "Thank you. Mein engel." Leo flushed over the contact, showing a lovely smile. "Klaus? What does mein engel mean?" The giant held the boy's hand firmly as it parted his lips and smiled back. "It means my angel. That is what you are to me Leo. My hope and light."

The brunet's eyes widen as steam bursts out of his head. He prepared himself readying those three words once more, gulping as his heart beat faster. "K-Klaus I...I-" Immediately, Klaus's phone went off with a beeping ringtone. He picked it up, while the little amount of confidence the small Libra member mustered begin to deflate. "Hello?...Yes...We're eating breakfast...Okay, we'll be there." The giant ended the call as he looked at the brunet across him. "That was the office. Steven has a case for us and we need to be there now. Sorry to spring this on you, but we need to hurry and

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