June 16, 2010
It's a dash of Rebel Without A Cause mixed with a splash of rockabilly and dredged in a bag of scooter enthusiast.
I want to do things to/with him. I want to slow dance with him in his kitchen. I want to sit behind him when we take his scooter out for a spin. I'd wind my arms around his waist and then I'd squeeze his thigh and then I'd...I need that paper bag again.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Yeah. *gasping for air* I like this look. Breathe in. Breathe out. *gasping for air* A LOT.