raven,
ouch.
nothing hurts me, but i got to admit, that hurt.
you're interesting raven. i like you. i like the look of your beat up leather jacket. i like how you have a pack of cigarettes in your pocket, even though it still has the plastic on. i like how you only wear band shirts and black bottoms. i like your black combat boots.
i don't like how skinny you are, and i hate the slashes on your wrist.
love,
ashton.
ps.
ed sheeran is my life, do you like little mix?
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record shop || a.i
Fanfictionin which the active costumer and the boy behind the counter send notes to each other in hope of help. © kodaline
