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everyone has their idea of perfection. mine just happens to be you.
Wednesday, June 1, 2016, June 01, 2016
we were on skype and he was playing for me some tracks from catfish and the bottlemen's new album the ride -- our current fav. i set my pc windows screen side by side i could do multitasking. but then i paused for a minute... from whatever i was doing. hand under chin, head above cloud nine. "are you feeling bored?" i looked back at him. he already stopped playing his guitar. "what? no!" i answered. "i know you are." he said. "alright, i'm changing the song. how about soundcheck?" "...maybe I don't act the way i used to because I don't feel the same about you
in fact, that's a lie, i want you..."
i want you too. i smiled. stupid thought. "can i ask you something?" i asked. "yeah shoot" he answered yet kept playing that song. "...you can fall asleep with my jacket as a cover and wake up just to join me to smoke..." "my friends... they've been asking about you." "oh yeah? what did they wanna know?" "just some stuff s about you. like what do you do, yeah just stuff like that." "..i raced through soundcheck
just to meet you on your fag break
and you convinced me
to put life aside and want you..."
"well you could just tell them i'm an IT support by weekdays, photographer by weekends, and.... superboyfriend in-between." he showed his pepsodent-smile. shit. how could i not "...wanted everything at once.. until you blew me out my mind.." "what?! what kind of answer was that?"
"what? you said it yourself. you said that i'm the closest comparison to your Van McCann -- your idea of perfection. that makes me a superboyfie, then."
"err.. okay." i rolled my eyes.
okay? okay, i lied. i wasn't and i kinda hoped his iPad screen broken or something so he couldn't see me blushed.
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yeah you might think this is sort of fanfic. sounds fake but okay.
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