beach boy

one hundred ninety seven

"what about you want do you wanna be?"

"well i was thinking a singer ... i dont know if that will work though" he said fiddling with his thumbs and looking down at all the people in the park

"why not?"

"why not?," he laughed "look at my life jake, i cant get anywhere with where i am now, living in a strangers house because my family tried to kill me and-"

"shut up troye" i said pulling him back against the rock and hovering over him "you can be anything you want to be"

he rolled his eyes

"you're not going anywhere until you say something positive about yourself"

"jake this is stupid-"

"no! say something positive about yourself" i said while tickling his sides

"alright! alright!... hmmm ive got nothing"

"you could say something about your personality, your smile, your eyes..." i suggested

"hmm well i guess i like my smile... but my bottom teeth are crooked so-"

"no no no stop. you say: 'i like my smile because it's cute' now you say it"

"fine," he said rolling his eyes "i like my smile because it's cute"

"i agree" i said wiggling my eyebrows

"will you get off me!"