“I write songs,” he said, moving away from the subject.
“That’s awesome,” you smiled. “You must get this all the time, but would you show me some?”
“Only if you show me a little medical stuff.”
“It’s a deal.”
You looked back down and took another bite of pie. Silence took over.
“I can’t help but ask,” he spoke again. “You don’t know who I am? Is it the haircut?”
Everyone moved to the patio for the, next to the pool. Of course, he had a pool.
“So, what do you do for living?” You asked, cutting into your piece of pie.
“Oh.” You heard the obvious shock in his voice. You knew exactly what he did for living. You just didn’t want to bother him with it. “I am a writer. Not quite as impressive as a doctor.”
“I am no where near a doctor. At least not yet. What do you write?”
“Uhm,” he looked down, scratching the back of his neck.
“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”
“No, I’ll answer. I am just not really used to this.”
“People asking about you?”
oh Liam, the PAYN you cause us💗. i’ll go home now😹.
No quiero ir a la escuela mañana:(
the sun really went out and kissed me wow now i look like a burnt chicken nugget😔😔
Look it’s my new wallpaper 😂❤️
this happens with me literally every FUCKING day 🤷🏻♀️
I’m stressed, and I’m stressed that I’m stressed bc I hate being stressed // rebecca
My baby. My everything. 💙💙
This picture is so adorable wow I am: so sad