I put on a black and white plaid flannel, some black leggings, and my shiny black doc Martians. i put on my eyeliner and my mascara. I pull my hair into a high messy bun and grab my purse and go out.
I walk the streets of la with one earbud in my ear. I always do that. it makes me feel like part of me is suffering in the real world and the other place lost in somewhere better. lana del rey.
I stop at a local coffee shop and sit on one of the benches. I pull out my cigarettes, light one, and put it in my mouth.
then a boy walks by. once he approaches my general area, he stops and looks down at me.
he sits down beside me. "smoking killz" he says.
"I know" I reply.
"so why are you still smoking then?" he asks me.
"what's your name?"
"trevor." he replys. cute name.
"you see trevor, some people smoke for fun. others smoke so it will kill them."
"which one are you"
I pause and after a moment say, "a little bit of both."
he now pauses. I don't blame him though, this is somewhat an awkward situation and well, who knows how to reply to that.
"what's your name" he finally says.
"Erin" I say with confidence, I don't know why though. he smiles at that.
we just sit there in silence.
"soooo" I try to start a conversation. it's very unlikely for me to start a conversation or say anything, for that matter, but I just feel some type of way with "trevor".
"you wanna go do something?" he asks me after I get a coffee.
"sure" I had nothing else to do. I'm surprised trevor even wants to talk to me. I'm trash. 🚮🚮
