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ziggy

he approached me, slowly and painfully, and i was falling, falling hard

next thing i knew i was dancing on the bar, the boy looking up at me with a look of disapproval from under his hood.

"danceeee with meeee you.. hoodie schmoodie!" i yelped drunkly, laughing down at him.

he said nothing and i sighed dramatically, leaping down from the bar and awkwardly whacking into him. i knocked him backwards, making his hood fall back.

my drunken smile faltered, he had agonisingly familiar ruffled blonde hair, that was messy but looked unbelievably attractive.

my alcohol influenced mind flicked back to the night, and my eyes widened in fear and anger.
realisation hit me like a train on a track.

"it's you,"
his cold blue eyes looked into my boring gray ones, his lips tilted up in a smirk.

"the one and only."

-a/n
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finally he is properly in the story are you happy im happy way

also ziggy is in the photo thats ziggy bye

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