( yes. she’s seen you spying on her while
she’s practicing her new choreography there’s
no use in hiding once the music stops and she
makes her way to where you’re standing. )
❝ what are you doing here, you little creep? ❞
’ oh, nothing. i just followed the noise of
that horrible tune you were playing & it
lead me here. i give you a solid six & a
half for effort, by the way. & calm the
fuck down, will you ? – jesus. you’re
acting like i’m going to murder you or
somethin’. chill – .. christ. ‘
( he wasn’t offended by her remark, not
really, anyway. he was used to it, rolling
his auburn hues when every carbon copy
of her comes prancing down the street in
front of him with bags priced as much as
his childhood home. )