You've got a smile that takes me to another planet
Everything move you make, everything you say is right
***
The third time we talked was slightly more eventful.
I don't remember much of it really, I was too caught up in the fact that I was talking to you. That you were talking to me.
It also might have had something to do with the fact that we drank quite a lot that night.
You showed up at my window at around midnight (the massive cliche could possibly be a sign 4) with a bottle of vodka and that stupid smirk of yours.
We drove out to a small clearing and drank away the night to shitty pop music.
I remember waking up alone the next morning in the grass and seeing a small piece of paper on top of the empty vodka bottle.
Don't you know you belong with me, Swift?
***
Yo
I think I actually have a plot for this story fuck yeah.
In other news I have a mosquito bite right on my fucking lip fml
Chloe 19/10/14 10:51pm
