Especially in Moscow

The river swished over the riverbed, and the silence fell like a blanket. I hate to be different. Why do I have to be the remarkable one? Or rather, us? I guess that’s our destiny. (*Just to get in the mood* This story is based on an ordinary boy's life in Moscow (THIS IS NOT EXTRAODINARY!! IT HAPPENS A LOT!!) and he's a fighter :3 Hope U'll enjoy!^^')

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1. Creep

Dark and grey clouds filled the sky with anger and fear for the upcoming night. I couldn’t see a thing through the fog of people. I’ve never felt confident among too many humans, especially not in Moscow. They just keep staring with hateful eyes that say: You don’t belong here!

Even though I was extremely frightened, it just left me cold. So what if they think I look retarded. As long as I can look in the mirror and be satisfied, I can deal with it. Actually, I’m pretty proud of my self. It’s not everybody who can go against the tide. It’s not anywhere you can find a person who’s risking his own arse for love.

Raindrops gracefully touched my cheek, and suddenly it rained horribly. Andrei, hurry up!, I thought to myself.

Faster than a Vincent Black Shadow, his glance met my eyes, he smiled and gave me a hug. That was sudden. His always-good-looking hair didn’t seem to be messy after an exhausting day at work. I can never pin anything on him.

“Where do you wanna go?” I asked.

He looked suspiciously at me with a lifted eyebrow.

“You decide.” he answered. “I mean, after all you did me favour, picking me up.”

He gave me the biggest smile and giggled. Then, he grabbed my face and kissed my dry lips, while we walked on Arbat Street with everyone giving us killer looks.

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