beach boy

ninety nine

as we were walking along the sidewalk from the beach, i asked

"do you wanna talk about what happened last night?"

"i'd rather not" he replied

"you can stay here for a couple more nights if you'd like... i don't think my parents will mind"

"they will mind"

"i really think they dont" i reassured him

"they will mind if they knew me"

"what do you mean?"

"i'm not telling you"

"why?"

"because then you won't want to know me anymore, just like everyone else"