torpe.

ii.

☮ ♪ ♫ ♥

Today was Friday. Dalvin waited for Vanessa in the coffee shop, with his flower crown on. He didn't care how he looked. He did this all for Vanessa.

Meanwhile Vanessa was at home, getting ready for the coffee shop. She had on her high waist shorts, a plain big pastel pink t shirt that was tucked in, and her high top white converse. She brushed her brown hair, with blonde dipped at the ends down and placed her pink flower crown on her head.

"Vanessa you always going to that damn coffee shop." Her boyfriend, of 3 weeks groan. Vanessa didn't love her boyfriend. Vanessa hated him actually. Vanessa planned on breaking up with him soon.

"I'll be back." She says, grabbing her Polaroid camera, and she places it in her bag and she gets in her car, driving to the coffee shop. She enters, going to sit by Dalvin. She smiled because Dalvin had on his flower crown.

"Lookin' good." She jokes. The old man hands her her regular coffee. She smiles and gives him 4.00.

Dalvin studies her. Since Tuesday, Dalvin has been wanting to see her beautiful face, and now he is staring at her, he was more than happy.

"You sure do stare a lot." Vanessa say. Dalvin looks away, blushing. That's because I love you. Dalvin thinks. Dalvin wanted to tell Vanessa how much he adored her. But he was terrified because Vanessa was so flawless. He was just a broken boy.

 "Dalvin, you wanna go to the movies?" Vanessa asks. 

"Yes" Dalvin answers a little too quickly. This causes Vanessa to giggle. She grabs his hand walking him to her car, driving to the movies. During the car ride, Dalvin was staring at Vanessa. He wanted to stop himself, but he couldn't. Vanessa was so beautiful to him. He wanted to make her his. 

They arrive at the movies and Vanessa picks the funniest movie ever. Through the whole movie they were laughing at staring at each other. Then, it was time for Vanessa to go home. She drops him off, and he hugged her goodbye, and he got into his car. Dalvin drove to his very small apartment, locking the door behind him. He turns on his light and he sits crosslegged on his dirty floor. 

He doesn't have a couch, so the floor will have to do. 

He turns on his cheap TV, turning on the Grammys. He notices something written on his coffee cup.

555-6754

We need to hang out everyday instead of the coffee shop tuesdays and fridays. xox,

vanessa.

This causes Dalvin to smile and lay his blade down...