One Shots (completed for now)

Living wasn't always easy for me. Being orphaned at age 15, a runaway, a homeless person. I was chips all in when i was offered help.

He saved me. Not from myself, but from the outside world i knew too well.

This is the story of how i tripped and fell right into my savior's arms...

literally.

4 weeks earlier.


I Had just gotten a job at the guitar store, for my ability to play. But i could get more money. So thats when i came up with the idea that everyday on my lunch break i would go out to the square where everyone is always at, and play some awesome guitar solos and some songs. I always racked up some money from that.

even if it is just for fun i always racked up a little money, but not enough to support myself with a roof.
i ended up working in the mall at hottopic. And thats when i saw him.

After hearing girl after girl talking about him, Ricky Horror walked in and was buying stuff. How, after all i knew about him through the library that held his band's album.

he was swarmed by fangirls wanting kisses and hugs and just dumb shit. "Ally, im going on break.'' i said and she nodded off, going back to her work.

I am about to walk out when Ricky's eyes catch mine with a hint of help me in them. so i did what i did.

I walk behind him and steal his bag, causing him to run after me. My legs carried me fast, probably from stealing from so many people and getting chased down in the streets.

My lungs didn't start to burn until i got down the strip, slowing down and turning into a corner for bathrooms.

I take a shirt out and shove it into my bag when he walks in, holding the bag out.
''Wait, you are the chick who plays those rad guitar solos in the square!!'' he says getting a good look at my face.
''yeah, well i better be going...'' i said and my heart was pumping as i walk away, hearing him open the bag.

''Wait..!" he calls out but im already running. I take deeper breaths and control my breathing as i am running, with his footsteps behind me.
i am almost out the door when i feel a heavy weight on my back, pushing me to the floor.
I almost get up, but he flips me over and pins my arms down.
''Now wanna give me that shirt back?" He asked, a little angerley. I nod over to the bag and he gets off of me, getting the bag that holds all of my tattered clothes and little money i own. Also my foodstamps and my homeless card. Basically a free license to have people identify me. As he is digging through my bag, he stops suddenly.

he holds up my card and i feel tears.

I quickly walk over and throw his shirt at him and furiously walk away. "Wait, annabelle!!" He calls out and the sound of my name stops me.

No one has called me that before. And the way he said it was just... beautiful.

i turn around and i see a big circle of people around us, and i bolt.

"Wait please stop!!" Ricky calls out and see that on his face is sympathy. something i see everyday.
I walk out the doors and he grabs my arm.
"Why? So you can embarrass me more?" I snap and a tear leaks down my cheek.


''So i can help you.'' he said and smiled a little bit.

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