When I was small I used to think I would grow up as a beautiful bird, but I soon found out you don't always get what you want.
Late afternoon, schools out, people singing, laughing, hanging out, and dancing. Disturbing things. So I put on my headphones and blared twenty one pilots. I didn't notice that those blue sea eyes were looking at me.
Taylor "Umm.. yes.."
Blue" What do you like"
Taylor "Excuse me?"
Blue " music"
Taylor "Oh.. ugh.. twenty one pilots( tøp)"
Blue "Nice, I love that, it's my
favorite you?"
Taylor "totally"
Blue "nice.. will ugh.. my ride. Nice talking to you..?"
Taylor "Taylor,yours"
Blue "just ball me same Blue, you'll know my name soon"
And that was it I giggled... wait what? I never giggle. Strange.
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Short StoryA girl who always has her headphones in, blaring with twenty one pilots, on the loop. Only for a boy who notices her, and sees her but she never sees him.
