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I would hate to see such a good guy go to hell...
My thoughts and eyes wander to the rythmn of his feet on the hard wood floor. I can imagine that the tapping noise he's making is beautiful, but i can't hear it over the music...
It's the kind of music you drink coffee to, except for the last song (it was more trancy- not my style at all...but maybe it's his because he's smiling and hasn't taken his eyes off of the lead singer who is making love to the mic blind because his hair is picking on his eyes...)
I can't stop starring at him though, and maybe it's the endless amounts of hemp bracelets that cover his left arm (i lost count at 12), or maybe it's the gaping holes in his janes that suggest he crawls on hsi knees more than he walks...but more than likely he bought them that way.
No, i'm pretty sure i'm staring at him because he is very subtly turning the angle of his body so to have a better view of my friend. He sucks at being smooth, and it's almost like he's training his eyes to not look at her so much. A kid as beautiful as him shouldn't be this way and i'm wondering if it's the "cute, innocent, save the whales, long walks on the beach" act...
