He strut into the bar wearing nothing but the outfit he had been saving for a day like this where he actually accomplished something. He had found it in a red trash can 2 years earlier, and had only washed it three times.
It smelled like ketchup and ANGER.
And shame.
But anyways... He walked up to a girl with hair and skin that looked like her hair which looked like her skin which matched the color blue.
The one guy I'm talking about that has no name because I never named him smiled; this is the place to be.
YOU ARE READING
That One Guy (Who's In The Background)
Short StoryA story that my brother and I created while walking through a shoe store. We worked on it for like a week; half of that time was spent inside my grandma's car and house. Read this if you're bored, have no life, enjoy trash, or all of the above. *Wri...
