K says things that I was so desperate to hear. He admitted to be desperate to know my name, to needing to talk to me. How Im the female him, this made me laugh. But what about her? Shh lets just watch.
"If youve got no kind words to say then you should say nothing more at all"
Lets walk home, holding hands and laugh laugh laugh, buzzz from music and booze and laced fingers. Pulls me away from the others, to talk: about anthony, about what people know, how we feel. So new, never before. Kissing, lips pushing and puckering, hands holding. Back to our home town, to walk in the rain to one place and the next, he worries how cold i am. K asks, will i see you later or do you want to come home for a bit? Rain is pouring all over us, and i just nodd.
Sit and facebook stalk people, listen to bits and bobs of albums. He keeps apologising for the state of his room, records and music books line the floor. We lie on the bed, and just talk. He does this thing, where he kisses my cheeks and he's laughing at me.
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