he wore a floral shirt, with the buttons undone. he had tight, black leather pants and his curly hair in a ponytail. he sat on a stool, tuning his guitar. when he heard the door open, his head shot up and he grinned at me.
"ashlynn!"
and i couldn't help but grin back.
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Fanfiction1:02a.m. matty borrows a cigarette from a pretty girl just to talk to her. *lowercase intended
