back to the basics (lohanthony)

back to the basics (lohanthony)

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I pull into the parking lot of Starbucks and park in the first spot I can find. I push my door open, climb out, and slam it, shoving my keys into the pocket of my extra skinny jeans. I sweep my curly blonde hair out of my face to reveal my blue eyes as I opened the door and heard the bells. I went over to see there was no one in line, and ordered a tall skinny vanilla latte. I forked over the money for it and grabbed the coffee. I took a sip and walked back outside and got in my car. I got back on the highway and continued on my way to the meet and greet. I am literally in love with Lohanthony. And I know when he meets me, he'll feel the same way. I mean, how can he not? I'm basically perfect.
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I walked on the nearly empty bus in New York City, which was very rare. It was the middle of the night and this was the last train going around the tracks. It was only me in the car for a few stops. I was hiding my face with a hoodie. I had my headphones in when he walked in. I looked up and our eyes met. He looked familiar and I quickly looked away. He's probably a fan and followed me. I probably met him at a meet and greet, at least that's what I thought. I felt a presence next to me and looked up to see the green/blue eyes that were so familiar. I took one of my earbuds out. "Hi?" I asked. "Hey. If you don't mind me asking, but where are you from?" He asked. "Let me know your name first." I said still cautious. I paused my music and wrapped the earbuds around my phone and put it in my pocket. "Denzel Weller." He said holding out his hand. "Rose Pitcher." I told him taking his hand. He looked so familiar. His name tried to break through a wall in my memories. I looked around us to see that there was one person left on the train besides us. I took my hood off revealing my turquoise hair. I just got it done and that's what I'm going to my hotel from. "So, where are you from?" He asked me. "We say where we're from at the same time." I told him. He nodded. "1.....2.......3!" I said. "LA." We said at the same time. I looked at him surprised. I took a closer look at him. He looked like he was around the same age as me, 21-22. I studied his features. He had smaller than average ears, an average sized nose, a strong jaw line, short medium brown hair, and then his eyes. I stared into his eyes and saw that they held familiarity.

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