"What's your advice about life?"
"Live Fast, Die Young." She said low. "Life taught me that in mere seconds we might be not breathing anymore and everything will be gone. So you've got to live your life as much as you can. Do e everything you want t...
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She was unique, like a treasure no-one had ever laid their eyes on. She screamed beauty, her cold eyes made me melt, her pink lips made me wish they were on mine, and her white blond hair cuffed in a pony tail begging to be released and calling for my hand to run through it.
Heather was so beautiful. She wasn't just hot and sexy; she was beautiful and could make a man fall on her feet.
I think she already has me wrapped me around her finger and we barely talked.
I just can't wait for our meet at 3pm and it was only noon.
"Hey Duff!" I hear Slash voice exclaiming almost in a shot and snaps me out if my train thoughts.
I shake my head and look at him.
"What?" I ask.
"Are you ok man?" He asks me and I nod grabbing the cigarette pack that's on the coffee table.
"Couldn't be better." I say leaning back on the couch and take a cigarette from the pack and land it between my lips, lightning it right after.
"Why so?" He smirks.
"There's none of your business." I smile after blow out the smoke.
"Ow, c'mon dude. Tell me." Slash whines and I just smirk at him.
"I'll tell you later."
^^^
I wasn't late, and thank God I was not. I don't want her to think bad things about me, and I also don't want to make her wait on the first day we meet up.
I want to make good impression.
I don't know why I'm acting like this. This is so un-punk rock from me. Punk rockers don't care if they are late or not.
But here I am, 15 minutes earlier.
I could feel a bit of nervousness in my stomach which was not appreciated. I never felt this ways before.
Too cliché for you? Well, for me too.
But I think I'm just afraid of ruin my changes with this girl before I even meet her properly.
She's special. There's something about her that fascinates me. I don't know what it is, but something tells me that there's more behind her smirk and attitude. And I want to know what is behind it.
Why is that?
I have no idea.
Just curious, maybe.
Taking a full pack of cigarettes off my jeans back pocket, I take a cigarette lading it between my lips.
That's what I did while I waited for Heather, I just smoked leaning against the wall beside the door of the Record Store.
