brown haired boy ✓

three.

"bro, come on... just get off the tracks before you get hurt," i whined, reaching for his arm to tug him upwards.

miles shook his head, chuckling slightly as he stood and stumbled over his own feet. and then he stood there, sipping from his beer as he hopped across the tracks.

left
right
left
right

i looked down at my guitar case, thinking of the café i often played at, "... i'll buy you food."

miles seemed to think for a moment.

my heart seemed to stop as i awaited his answer.

"will there be chicken tenders?"