Andrew's POV
I walked away and onto my bike all the while lighting a cigarette, resting it between my teeth. 'Not half bad,' I thought sliding onto the black leather and speeding off. I pulled up to my apartment and shook my hair, receiving plenty winks from girls. I walked into my apartment and puled off my jacket. "Chris, I'm home!" I yelled turning off the stovetop. "Busy," He calls from his room. "I don't care, Just saying I'm home so mother dearest doesn't go out looking for me again!" "IT WAS ONE TIME, YOU //Certain Word//!"
I shrugged, rolling my eyes and walked into my room dropping onto the bed. I turned on the TV and flipped through it for a while then turned it off. I groaned. It's so boring here. I turned on some music from a local band and scrolled through social media. "Whoever the backup singer is on here has a bangin' voice." I muttered and a pair of green iris' flashed through my mind.
I shook my head, "No, Drew you can't go soft now. She's some girl you kissed. Besides, your not the marrying type." She was fiery and rock. Her ears were decorated with chains and silvery black dots. Her snake bites were fun to play with, admittedly.....
'No, stop.'
I blow air through my lips and sigh. I had gotten her number........
I headed out to my bike and climbed on. I heard crying from the upstairs room and rolled my eyes.
I hope you aren't wasting tears on a guy that wasted away your heart.
Anabella:Who's this?
Meet me outside.
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