Beck
I watched Joey as he buckled his seatbelt, leaning back in the passenger seat.
"Music?" I asked.
He nodded. "If you want,"
I took a couple extra seconds to hook the aux cord to my phone before I dropped it in his lap.
I listened as the beginning notes of a song I didn't recognize played.
So he chose YouTube to play music I see.
"What's this?" I hummed.
"Troye Sivan," he replied.
I recognized the name but that was it. I know Joey really likes his music though.
Long nights, daydreams
Sugar and smoke rings, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
Headlights, on me
Racing to 60, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like
Blue eyes, black jeans
Lighters and candy, I've been a fool
But strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
I glanced over at him.
It doesn't take much to understand who he thinks of when he plays this.
"Don't fetishize me smoking,"
"What?" He asked.
"You know what," I replied.
"It's just a song..!" He whined.
"That reminds you of me and my blue eyes and black jeans." I scoffed.
He flushed red.
And even if I run away
Give my heart a holiday
Still strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
You always leave me wanting more
I can't shake my hunger for
Strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you
Yeah, they always taste like you
You
Long nights, daydreams
With that sugar and smoke rings
Always taste like you
The song played softly as we drove.
I didn't mind it. I don't really care for it, but it's not bad.
If Joey likes it I don't mind it.
"Play something for me?" I spoke up.
"Mhm?" He hummed.
"I tried," I answered. "Should be in the searches." I added.
He nodded, tapping at my phone.
Before too long the song was playing.
We Are Harlot was one of those bands I didn't listen to often but I loved it when I did.
I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel.
"Do you ever listen to anything happy?" Joey mumbled.
"Nope." I hummed.
"Play dancing on nails, same band." I hummed. "Since you don't want depressing shit,"
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Butterflies
RomanceBeck is cold and distant and mysterious. The typical badboy type. Joey is outgoing and sociable. Bright and happy. Beck's complete opposite. So how did they get involved in each other? And where does the loner Zac fit in? ----- I do not own the artw...
