"re-"
Before he could finish, the blond man handed him a box of red Marlboros.
"Thanks."
He smiled at the blond and handed him the money. No other customers were in sight, so he watched the dark-haired boy light up. He looked incredibly handsome as he did so. There were so many things he wanted to ask him, but when he lost himself in his eyes, which could have been blue for some, green for others, and both, he couldn't even say "beep". He ruffled his blond hair and wondered what he would ask him tomorrow if he could find the courage.
"Could I have another box? I don't have time tomorrow."
He suddenly heard, which snapped him out of his thoughts and back into the real world. When he found out who was standing by his tent, he smiled slightly and handed him the box, gathering the courage to ask since he wouldn't have the chance tomorrow.
"What's your name?"
He blurted out quickly as the green eyed boy handed him the money.
"Why do you care?"
A crooked smile appeared on his lips as if he was about to play a game. The blonde bit his lip gently and smiled. The handsome boy walked away without a name for now.
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Why do you care?
Teen Fiction[ COMPLETE ] "It'll kill you someday." "I know." "Then why are you doing it?" "Why do you care so much?"
