saturday, november twenty-nine, twenty-fourteen

• • •

before he went inside,
he let the cigarette
tucked between two slim,
calloused fingers,
fall to the ground.
he stepped on it
once
twice
before letting out
one last exhale
and venturing indoors.

• • •

"morning, darling,"
said judy.
he gave her a nod
and a curve of the lips,
the closest he had
to a smile.

• • •

of course.

he stopped himself
from letting out a sigh
when he realized
that the right side
was once again occupied.

• • •

he had hoped that it
was a one time thing.
apparently not.

• • •

she was already situated
with her legs pulled up
crossed neatly
beneath her.
her black hair in
a messy bun
and her leather jacket
rumpled and oversized,

she was already immersed
in a rather large textbook,
her thick eyebrows creased
in concentration.

• • •

he took his seat,
and set his guitar case
down in front of him.
a quick glance to the side
showed him
that she once again
had her electric guitar.

• • •

very subtly,
he pushed his case,
holding his acoustic guitar,
closer to where she sat.

• • •

"the weight is next,"
said derek.

• • •

bending down
he took out his instrument
gingerly
carefully
and put the strap around his shoulder
before making his way
to the front.

• • •

he picked at the hem
of the grey sweater
he had chosen to wear,
before turning to the microphone
and closing his eyes.

"one
two
three
four."

• • •

"I pulled in to Nazareth
was feelin' about half past dead
I just need some place
where I can lay my head
"Hey, mister, can you tell me
where a man might find a bed?"
He just grinned and shook my hand,
"no" was all he said."

• • •

he was quite aware
that she was watching
the whole time.
he felt a chill
in his spine.

• • •

he glanced up
while

she glanced away.

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Dedicated to fortify_ because hot damn, look at this blend she made on the side. Isn't it fucking amazing? Ugh, so perf.

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-Isabelle