There was also HIM. As the band and as the boy.
He was sitting in the car, bored, looking out of the window. His friends where enjoying the ride, talking about some dirty stuff. Linde liked that topics, but he wasn't in mood for talking.
"Have you ever been in mood for talking?" - he asked himself.
Yes. Not many times, not with everyone, not without alcohol or strong emotions, but yeah, it happened.
He was watching these draggy people on the streets of once a very cool city of Helsinki, when he saw someone, that wasn't quite fitting the crowd. She, because it was a woman, was staring at every thing that she was passing by. What made him laugh was that she was even observing people and trying to hide it. He was more than sure that the girl was a tourist. Because no one from Finland would be that intrested in other people. No one.
Then he felt a hand on his arm. He looked at its owner with some kind of frustration in his eyes.
-Woow wow wow, everything alright, princess?
-Shut up, Valo.
-Someone's before period?
Linde gave him an irritated look and returned to watch the weird girl... But she was gone. This fact made him a little sad. The girl actually seemed more interesting to him than anyone could thought. Maybe because he felt... So similiar to her?
"But hey! Everyone can be weird, right?" - he tried to convince himself.
He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples to ease all accrued thoughts. After cleansing his mind Linde said:
-Give me some percentages, buttheads.
Without a word Mige handed him some alcohol, which was a hope for letting go the memory of an odd chick...
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Bury Me Deep Inside Your Heart
Genel KurguThere he was. This little punk, less hip than these normal kids. This weirdo. This creep. He keeps falling down and getting up off the ground. He won't break down. There she was. This girl. Who she even was? She was excited, she was weak. Who will...
