ʙᴜʙʙʟᴇɢᴜᴍ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ | BAXTER RADIC

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"what's with the pink hair, pretty boy?"

"it's not pink, it's fucshia."

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alexandra spent some time alone by the shore since baxter left, and just when she was about to leave her eyes fell on a bright blue objet near her foot. a lighter.

she picked it up, and it actually made her smile. this boy managed to make her smile, and he was not even there. she stared for a couple of minutes at the lighter and numbers written on it, and you don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out they were his phone digits. clever.

after she slept for a few hours, the sudden rush of sunlight showered her almost bare body. she didn't even managed to change into her pajamas - she just crashed into her bed and it felt like she just closed her eyes for a second.

the moment she opened her eyes, they landed on a lighter she brought home before. she could have left it there, some girl could have found it and baxter might actually get into some girl's pants. not that she thought it was a problem for him.

something in her brain clicked, and she rushed into the bathroom, turned the shower on and before she even drank her coffee, she was on her way to the beach - he's a surfer, last night was raining, the waves today will be huge. he will be there.

the disappointment on alexandra's face when she realized the beach was crowded with surfers, but a pink haired boy was nowhere to be found. she wandered around for a couple of minutes before she took the courage to ask some of the surfers have they seen him.

there was a group of people sitting in circle on the sand, they looked like they had a lot of fun. alexandra knew she loved the after-surf hanging outs. her feet moved slower with every step closer she was getting to them, and she kept repeating the words she was going to say over and over in her head.

"i'm sorry, i'm looking for someone."

they all looked at her and a big lump in her throat formed. she swallowed it and kept her barely-there-confidence.

"baxter? tall, pink hair, kind of hard to miss?"

"why are you looking for bax?"

a blonde asked, she seemed intvested in hearing what alexandra had to say.

"i have something thag belongs to him."

"oh my god he didn't knock you up, didn't he?" i' m too young to be someone's aunt."

alexandra's eyes widened, partly because of what this girl was saying, partly because she was looking for baxfer and ran on to his sister.

"i see you have met my sister."

the same deep voice was heard from behind her. as she turned around she realized why she couldn't reckognize him in the water - his pink hair was barely noticable while wet.

alexandra pulled a lighter out of her purse and handed it out to baxter. his eyes wandered from the lighter to her eyes and a smile appeared on his face.

"i left it there for a reason, have you not seen the phone number on it?"

"i did. figured you might give it to someone who's actually going to use it."

the smirk on his face appeard, almost like he knew that this was not the last time they will see each other.

"yet, you still came to find me. you could have throwed it away."

"do not flatter yourself, you can't get to me."

his facial expressiom became more serioua but his blue eyes did show a slight smile, he was thinkimg about what she just said.

alexandra could hear whispering in the back, his friends were talking about her. she heard someone say "i already like her" and some other chick saying "i don't know, she seems kind of bitchy".

"i can't get to you?"

"nuh-uh."

"bet."

baxter did like a little challenge here and there, but his challenges usually didn't run around girls that were too hard to get. he kept it simple: if a girl wants him and is open about it - he'll gladly take her home. playing hard to get was where he drawed the line. until now.

"yo, you. you seem cool. party at my place tonight. 47 maine street."
shouted a dark haired girl with her cap turned backwards.

"flattered, but i think i'll pass."

"oh come on, it'll be a great opportunity for you to fall head over heels for me."

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I don't even like this book i might cry.

btw my ex used the lighter thing on me it was the cutest thing ever. such a shame he's a whore.

also can you tell i just came up with 47 maine street and it sounds soooo fake

stay safe, guys
love ya

T🦋