"Why are you out here? You don't smoke." The older boy spoke, as he took a drag of his cigarette, and adjusted his flower crown.
"I know, but I wanted to come out here to light one of these, instead of one of those killing sticks." The blondie giggled, as he pulled a pack of sparklers out of his light pink purse.
A love story about a boy that wears flower crowns and smokes like crazy, and a boy that sparkles when he wears dresses and fake eyelashes.
(Lashton au)
"I'm sorry." I walked over to him, knowing I'm the reason he's awake.
"Don't be." He smiled and when I stood infront of him, he crossed our fingers together and pulled me to sit on his lap.
Both of my legs tangeled aside as I sat sidway on his lap, my brown eyes staring right into his blue ones.
"I think I have an insomnia too." He smiled.
"Why is that?" I couldn't help but smile too.
"Because I can't sleep knowing you're not safe beside me."
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A love story who started between two young boys in their high school time.