Angel Baby | lennstarr [✔️]

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"Okay so what'll it be today?" John grinned. He had slipped on his gold rimmed round glasses, rolling his eyes when he saw paparazzi standing in the street corner, waiting for them.

"I was thinking The Smiths?" The Angel hummed softly and took the keys from John's hands before opening the door to the outdated car and hopping into the drivers seat because John couldn't drive.

"Sounds good to me Baby." John shrugged and looked through the compartment, digging through the CDs until he found one they both liked: Meat Is Murder.

John glanced over at the pale hand that clutched the dark wheel halfheartedly, plump pink lips chewing on the bubblegum he took from John's pocket a few minutes ago. His sunglasses were perched precariously on his nose yet he refused to push them up. His right hand was tangled in his hair, his elbow pressed against the window that was wide open.

"Baby," John looked up at him when he heard the voice. "You alright? You're zoning out a small bit."

"Don't worry baby blue," John said and looked down at his phone. "I'm fine. Keep your eyes on the road."

"I know I took classes for this." The Angel smiled and reached over to turn the volume up only a notch higher.

John sighed happily. Perfect day, perfect music, perfect Angel.