"I'm Michael" he said holding out his hand for me to shake. "Brooklyn, I uh I mean Brooke" I spoke shaking his hand. "I like your name. Brooklyn" he smiled. "I like your Cobain shirt"
"all i'm sure of is i love you like the constellations love the sky and the plants love the sun. your voice was the soundtrack of my summer. your eyes shine brighter than the lightning that strikes the ground in the spring. you're completely unlike any other. you're my thunder."
warning: this is possibly the cringiest story i've ever written i am so sorry