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I FELT MY LEG BOUNCE UP AND DOWN SLOWLY AS I FELT LIKE I WAS BEING WATCHED.
Everyone was now sitting all in the same booth, gladly it wasn't so awkward as it was before since it seems like everyone was drunk. I watched as everyone got along together and was talking to each other, Nia and Justin getting along with the guys like they've been friends with them for so long. I was glad they got along and had a lot in common as we all played a part in something, something that we all shared.

I just sat there, not talking to anyone as everyone seemed to be occupied in some conversation. Except the guy in front of me, the guy who's been watching me for quite some time. The guys who's name's Tom.
I looked up, Tom and I making immediate eye contact.

He made a head motion to the doors we sat close by, me nodding my head moments after. We both got up, I walked right behind Tom as I looked at him walk out the doors and into the cold night. I felt the cold air on my skin, making me hug onto my jacket.

"Dan,"

"Tom,"

I looked into his eyes, the streetlights hovering over us as it gave us some light. We just looked at each other, us just standing there, in front of each other. Both of who seemed like strangers to each other.
It felt like I knew him, but again, I don't, and I never did.

"Come here,"

I walked over to him, embracing each other in a long, tight hug. I didn't want to let him go, I didn't want him to leave like he did that day, I want this to last forever.
I smelled that scent that was no longer unknown, the scent I have unexpectedly longed for so long. I smiled into his chest as the hug grew longer. I don't know how long we stayed like that but it felt like hours.

I backed up, fixing myself as I felt his eyes trace me and my body.

"Anything new?" I asked as I crossed my arms, the cold air getting to me. "Not much, same old touring," He told me as he grabbed a cigarette and a random lighter in his pocket, lighting it right after.

After he took a long puff he gave it to me, me doing the same afterwards. I took the cancer stick out of my mouth, blowing the smoke into the dark night as I watched it dance in the wind.

"Not that new, I mean how've been. Anything changed about yourself over the years?" I asked as I gave him the stick back.

He smiled as he looked down, looking back up shortly after. "Grew up, changed my appearance, released new music, new girls from time to time. But still that old little boy," He grinned at himself as he told me that, a grin growing on my face as well.

"Not surprising," I said as I moved my feet a bit, "How's mom doing?" I asked, him looking right up at me. "Good, good. She just really misses you," He told me as he threw the cigarette bud on the ground after he finished it.