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He sat in the passenger seat gazing over at her with his different coloured eyes. He liked the way she looked when she drove. Calm, but concentrated. Her shallow brown eyes were fixed on the road ahead, illuminated by the passing headlights.

He did not know where this stranger was taking him. He didn't really care, if he was being honest with himself. He wondered what her name was. She hadn't told him.

He had been at his friend's party, laughing at a joke someone had just told. He was at the edge of the group, hovering, when the girl grabbed his hand and asked him, with her eyes, to follow. She hadn't said a word to him yet.

Warren still wasn't sure why he followed her to her BMW. She wasn't stunningly pretty — she was very ordinary looking, actually. Something about her eyes, though not deep, had held him, and he was not able to tear himself away.

Suddenly the car swerved to the right, and Warren was afraid for a moment they would crash. He realized, after a moment, that they were pulled over. The girl was not in the car. Warren got out of the car too.








.....Alright, so I'm rather embarassed of this, because it's some of my early writing.
The next 3 installments are up, but they are set to private.
If you'd really like to see them, please let me know, and I'll make the next one public.