Bad Things

He liked to talk...Well it would seem. the tattooed pink star below his right eye added to the series of black inked, time consuming tats he sported on his body. He watched her unknowingly of the girls slight oddness and battered looks. looking past a of that he saw her pure and genuine heart and young reckless need to conversate. She made him smile and he made her nervous. She looked down at the ground embarrassed with a males attention. She looked up when he pointed " do you know how old the woman over there is?" her smile faded as she followed his gaze to another girl "no." came her silent answer. He and his friends laughed, "would you mind finding out?" he asked shoot ing a grin her way "sure" she said forcing a smile back.

This is the story of my life.