Could you do one where y/n is walking home at night and sees a tough punk looking guy (Andy) following her and she gets scare and tries to run but he catches her and tells her he wants to walk her home because some guys were following her and he wanted to make sure she was safe and not to be scared by his appearance?
“Yes I’ll be home soon Mom. Love you too.” I hung up my cellphone and slipped it into my pocket.
I was walking home from work. Usually my shift ended at 5 but tonight my boss had me stay until 8. Now it was dark and walking through a park at night wasn’t the best idea.
So I kept my phone by my side and walking fairly fast.
Suddenly, I caught the movement of a man out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head and saw the shadow of a man move behind a tree. My heart pumped in my chest. No. Maybe it was just some jogger out for his nightly run.
Shaking my head, I turned back around and continued my walk. Until I saw movement again. Finally I caught a glimpse of the man I think I saw. He was wearing a white ripped up logo tank top, black skinny jeans, midnight black hair, and he had tattoos covering both his arms. I tried to get a good look at him just in case something happened.
He had a cigarette in his mouth and had his head down low. Fear crept into my stomach. He was tall and I mean huge. I turned around and started walking faster. I gripped my phone in my pocket, just in case.
The man started walking closer, the only way I could get away was by running. But I didn’t want to look a fool. So I started walking faster and faster.
“Excuse me!” His voice called out. It was deep. “Excuse me miss!” That’s when I started sprinting. “Ma'am!” He caught me by the arm and I squealed. “Please don’t hurt me!” The man looked bewildered.
“No no! Calm down! I’m not going to hurt you!” I stopped wiggling and he let me go. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. There’s this man behind us. He’s been following you for at least three blocks. I wanted to walk you home.” I narrowed my eyes.
“How do I know this isn’t a ploy to kidnap me?” The man chuckled. “You’re scared of me cause I look big and bad huh? I’m Andy Biersack.” He held out his hand. “I’m the lead singer of a band called Black Veil Brides. Don’t believe me. Look it up.” I hesitated before shaking his hand.
I looked behind him and noticed a man standing there, staring at a tree with his hands in his pockets. “Is that him?” I asked. Andy nodded. “I didn’t know what else to do except keep you safe. With a world like this, a pretty lady like yourself can’t be walking out in the dark. It’s not safe.”
I smiled. My internal feminist should be hitting him with my bag and telling him I can take care of myself. But that man was bigger than Andy and probably had some sort of weapon. I wasn’t about to be on Date Line NBC.
“Thank you. I live about two more blocks away from here.” Andy smiled and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “No problem.”