"Do you know a guy by the name of Kyle Simmons?" Chris (aka Woody) asked me as I plop down on the couch next to him. Will walks over, handing us both beers, and he keeps one for himself.
"No. I have never heard of this Kyle fellow." I take a swig of my beer then look at Will as he takes a seat on the other side of Woody, "Aye, Will?"
"Oi." He replies, nodding his head at me.
"Why the hell is your couch outside?" I take another sip of beer, cringing at the taste.
"Why the hell is your hair blue?" He scoffs.
"Good point." I tilt my head to the side, pointing my bottle at him.
"Cheers, mates!" Woody exclaims, raising his beer in the air, "Here's to us!"
"To us!" The three of us cheer as we clink our bottles together and chug down the beers.
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Colors {Bastille: Dyle}
Fanfiction"Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans And now I'm covered in the colors Pulled apart at the seams And it's blue" - "Colors" Halsey
