It was a crisp October night.I was on the roof with Beverly.She had a cigarette in her mouth but still looked stunning."You look so pretty and I love this view,"I told her.She blushed and put her cigarette out.She looked down.We will fall in love in october"You will be my girl,"I told her brushing a piece of her hair out of her face.
Next night
We were on the roof again.Beverly looked down."Don't bother looking down.We're not going that way,"I told her.She was looking at the stars admiring from afar.She glanced over and looked at me.Slowly she put her hand in mine and said "You will be my girl."
