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1. chapter one

"Where are we?"

"In a box?"

"Well done, sherlock. I mean like, where are we?"

"In a box."

"Our location...duh!"

"Dark box, The earth, Galaxy."

"Well, we could have been taken by astronaughts or something...."

"Don't be thick, astronaughts are in space and theres gravity here."

"Stop talking."

"You asked the question."

"Shush! God, I've never wanted to rip my ears off this much."

"Shush! I hear something."

"That's me, tapping."

"Why are you tapping?"

"Because I really need a wee."


A small beam of light breaks through a wall of the box revealing an eye of the witty boy sat in front.

"I can see your eye."

"I can't see out of my eye!"

"You have a nice green eye."

"Ive been told my eyes are pea coloured."

"Don't say pee."

"Pssss, pssssss, pssssssss."sings the strange boy.

"Shush! I need a weeeeee!"I moan tapping harder on the wooden floor.

"Isn't it weird we haven't seen each other yet?"


"Um, yes! You could be England's most wanted teenager!"

"Oh please, the only thing I'm wanted for is forgetting to feed my pet fish and it died." The boy gasped teasingly and chuckled.

"Oh my god, I'm stuck in a box with a murderer."

"Thats right, be scared."I whispered.

"What's your name, mystery girl?"

"Doesn't that ruin the concept of being a 'mystery girl'?"

"Okay, smartie pants."

"Shutup, Harold!"

"Who the hell is Harold?"

"In my mind, I'm picturing you as a Harold."

"Okay, Demetrius."

"Hate to break it to you, but I'm pretty sure your ripping off Shakespeare."

"Hush, Demi."

I roll my eyes and attempt to shuffle towards the gap where the beam is coming from.

"What are you doing?"

"Having a look, what else?"

"Well, at least try not to kick me!"

"I see nothing."

"Use your eyes."

"Oh wow, that's so much better(!)"

"What do you see?"

"It's just a light."

"Clever girl, Captain Obvious. Where are you from, anyway?"

"London, you?"I reply, moving back.

"Rookie mistake!"


"Lesson 355#: Don't exploit personal details to strangers."

"We've been alone together for 10 minutes now, we're not exactly strangers anymore."

"Yes we are. The definition of strangers is a person whom one does not know- OW! You kicked me."

"Whoops?"I smile sarcastically.

"Demetrius Marley Box, didn't your mother teach you manners?"

"Hush, Harry."I shush.

"Australia."He says breaking the 30-second silence.


"I'm from Australia."

"Well,'ve got an accent."

"Congratulations, you can recognise an accent."says 'Harry' stupidly.


"Shh! I hear something. Are you tapping?"

"No, I stopped needing a wee like 5 minutes ago."


"No I didn't-"


Suddenly after about 10 seconds of shuffling and kicking, the boys hands were free and he could move.

"I'm free! My ropes been cut!"

"Untie me then, idiot."

"Nah, I'm fine."

"Get this rope off!"

"Say sorry."

"What for?"

"Being mean and naming me Harold."

"No! I'm not-"

"Say it."


"Okay, here."He smirks. For a brief moment, I feel his warm breath on my neck and I shudder before reclaiming my hands free of rope.

"I can't believe someone would tie us up."

"I can."


"You're the most annoying person I've ever met."

"Stop it. I think I have some food and stuff in my bag."I squeal reaching for my bag.

"Why didn't you say this sooner?"

"Because I couldn't reach it."

"So....whats in there?"

"A torch, some sandwiches, a box of pasta, a half full waterbottle....umm, my lipstick, hand sanitiser....whatever the hell that is, oh its a button."

"Is that-"

"Some hairbands, hairbrush, some aspirin I think, a notebook and pen, a purse."

"What's that?"

"A pad...."

"I don't wanna know."

"Breath spray, tissues, deodorant and headphones....attached to...attached to my phone! Harry, I have my phone!"

"Call 999, dumbie!"

"That's what I'm doin- no service."

"Great one!"

"At least we can take a selfie."

"Where's your torch? I'm going to hang it up with this string."

As he hangs up the torch he uncovers his dimpled face. His eyes are a light shade of green and his deep brown hair lifts off his face.

"What are you staring at?"

"Your face."

"Cheers."he smiled sarcastically.

"No, I'm just getting used to it. Are you going ti tell me your actual name now?"

"Nope."he smirks popping the p and holds my gaze.

"I'm bored."he complains.

"I'm cold."I whine.

"Have my jumper."he offers.

"Here's my phone."

"What time is it?"

"Check my phone, stupid, I just gave it to you."

"I don't know the passcode."

"There's a clock right there. On the lockscreen."

"Oh yeah. Well, thats England time, we have no idea where we are." I frown sadly taking his jumper and pulling it over my head.

"I think I've got a kilt thing in my bag."I mumble reaching for my bag. The boy stops me, shuffles beside me and puts his arm around me.

"It's late, in England time."

"What time."I whisper.


I yawn and rest my eyes falling asleep on my strangers chest.

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