Clay, just casually heading to his local Florida Walmart, gets attacked by a girl with no friends,
.
she's can take any joke
without shedding a tear,
but leave her,
and she'll cry
the might of
10,000 tears.
.
he's just a boy,
a very funny one,
who's...
Space cakes and a Big Mac I'm a space case but I'm sure that All my friends fake 'cause they told me that
It wasn't real, it was all in my head I imagined that, false spark Saw them hand and hand standing outside of a Wal-Mart Now I'm sitting here wondering, when did this all start?
. . ⋆ฺ｡*:･ (💔) ———. . ⋆ฺ｡*:･
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"CLAY? THATS A UNIQUE NAME."
I said out of pure interest, though to be honest, I was trying not to laugh. I dunno if that made me a bad person or not.
"Yeah..." he said, trailing off, and looking at me weirdly, as if I was going to suspect him for the stupidest thing ever, like kicking a child in the shins in the middle of the road.
"You from around here? I don't think I've ever seen you around here." Clay admitted, and I sighed and started tapping my fingers on my arm.
"No, I'm not. Technically. Only around a year ago I moved here, and this place has been shitty to me ever since. I basically haven't been outside my house in five months." I said with a monotone voice, already ready to get this guys number and sonic run outta here.
He chuckled and then asked, "Inside alot? Watched any YouTube videos lately?"
I sighed and shook my head, and a sour expression fell on my face. "Habit to not use it now, because of some dumb circumstances."
Clay looked surprised, and asked, "Your mom?"
"Oh hell to the nah nah nah, I love her. She's great, except for now." I grumbled, and pulled a Debby Ryan on my face.
