"Here."
I grew the courage to walk up to you, my back pack placed on my shoulders as I looked at you, a vibrant color in my eyes. You just looked at me back as I dropped your bandana jacket onto your lap, an amusing smile brushed on your face. "I-I said here! Take it, I don't want it." I started to turn, on my way back home.
"You don't want it?" A chuckle came from you again. I turned back slowly, my eyes widened. "What's the matter cutie, cats got your tongue?"
I looked at you nervously, my fists clenched with nervousness. "Y-you're talking to me."
"This is true." You got up, shoving the jacket back in my hands. " I told you to keep this, cutie." You laughed as you put out the cigarette and wiped your hands on your black skinny jeans.
"Why are you talking to me? And I don't want this! W-why are you giving this to me?"
"You're right cutie, why am I talking to you?" You arched your eyebrow, a menacing smirk on your face as you dropped your skateboard. "You know, I shouldn't talk to you." You then got on the board, winking at me. "I'm bad news."
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Kurzgeschichten*NOT EDITED* This is for the boy who made me feel like me. This is for the boy who makes me laugh and smile. This is for the boy who made me feel like I belong. This is for you, the loveliest boy.
