blue jeans || z.m. au

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blue jeans, white shirt,

walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn.

595 words 

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She scuffs her green converse against the pavement, back and forth, trying to get the blinding green gum off the bottom of her shoe. Once she is successful, she starts walking again through the dark and menacing streets. Through her peripheral vision, she can see some boys across the street looking her direction. She takes a drag of her cigarette, ignoring the words and whistles they sent her way.

"Fucking dicks," The girl mutters under her breath. Although she's a bit irritated, and wants to beat those fucking guys up, she doesn't. And continues her journey to the park. She hears music, louder and louder with each step she takes. She soon finds out it's a night club and passes it, not without a few 'watch where you're going!' to strangers that were in her way, though. She finally reaches the park and plops down on an old, creaky, wooden swing, and watches the white smoke coming from her mouth. The swing slightly swings with the wind as her tiptoes are the only thing touching the frosted grassy ground.

"Need something?" She asks. She knows someone is standing beside her without even having to look. The stranger seems surprised that she knew he was there, he thought he was pretty quiet. Guess he thought wrong.

"No," The guy answers, looking at the cigarette between her pink, almost on the verge of red, lips. "Very ironic." He says, whilst pointing to her D.A.R.E, white short sleeved shirt. The girl can't help but smile a bit at the guy. Only, a bit.

"I'm Zayn." The guy talks a lot she thinks to herself. She only hums in response, wanting to only relax when this was her only relaxing time. He stares at her with his coffee colored eyes waiting for an answer, anything, really. "You're not going to tell me your name, are you?" He asks.

"No," She says whilst shaking her head lightly. "Never seen you round before." She adds.

"Haven't been to this part of town in a long time, thought I'd stop by, maybe stay for awhile." She drinks his words in, just like a cup of warm tea, and it soothes her like it, too. Might not be too bad to have some company, she thought to herself. Zayn's breathing is hard, although it doesn't bother her much. They sit on the swings for a little bit, until Zayn finally brakse the silence.

"Wanna walk?" He asks nodding his head toward the sidewalk damp with water.

"In those puddles?" She asks, only the slightest bit interested.

"Yeah." He replies. The girl stands up and throws her cig to the ground, stomping out any sparks it had left.

"And ruin my blue jeans?" She rubs her palms on the fabric covering her big thighs. "I think not." And with that, she begins walking towards the fence she entered in, and leaves. Zayn stays in his same position, thinking of the girl who he not knew her name, but of her blue jeans she loves.

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sorry i just had to post this omg i love it. and sorry it wasn't very long i just, idk ok? anyway, should this be a one shot, or a story? i really wanna keep on writing with it but idk, so leave feedback, comment, vote, you know da drill. ;) oh and what should the girl's name be? idek put that in the comments too! haha ily



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