You got blood on your hands, how do you plead?
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He almost fell as he ran around in the small hotel room, he was searching for his shoes as it was the last thing that he needed that day.
He was ready but of course his shoes weren't
Then when he found them and had them on, began he finally his way out and over to the elevator. He wasn't late or anything.
He was nervous
What if Jonah haven't thought of him a single time, or what if he had forgot about the kiss?
His thoughts where pushed away as the elevator opened. He walked out and outside where the hot summer instantly warmed him up.
A little smile fell on his face.
He made his way over to the place where him and Jonah where the day before, he remembered it clearly, it was just a spot in his brain that would always be there.
Finally he was standing there and waiting, he was early so he just looked around on the many pictures. He wanted to have a small place like that where he could hang his pictures.
There weren't any people, which was weird. Who didn't wanted to see art like that?
He just stood there and waited, he had his backpack with his notebooks and pencils in it on, he had his old shoes on while his hair where slightly messy.
Suddenly he heard footsteps and then he saw him.
He had messy hair with his glasses on, slightly rosy cheek and a long white sleeve shirt with black ripped pants.
His shoes where painted in white and grey and honestly they matched him perfectly.
"Hey" said he as he walked closer. His voice where deep but not that deep, Daniel had missed it.
"Hey" he answered back and smiled a little, a smile where returned back which made him blush a little.
"You ready" asked Jonah him, and he nodded his head softly. Then Jonah smiled again and took his hand. He walked out of the small tunnel.
The time stopped again as Daniel walked with him, hand in hand.
He was definitely in love
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