Part 7: When or Not, Make it Great
Smoke left my room, and I sat on the matress. I didn’t know what this meant. I left, going to the kitchen for a quick drink of water.
“ Hey,” Thomas rounded the corner to the door frame, scaring me. My heart leaped up into my neck, choking me.
He had changed into some drainpipe jeans and a satin blouse, still barefoot. He looked so different from any other boy I’d ever met, making it impossible to read him.
“ So are you staying here?” He grinned wryly.
“ Yeah, I suppose,” my hands were still shaking, “ Smoke didn’t say no but he didn’t say yes.”
“ Ok. Well, what d’you wanna do today? I’ve got nothing,” He played with his blouse’s cuff.
“ Dunno,” I said quickly, taking a sip of water.
“ Alright, come on,” He gestured towards the apartment’s front door. I was nervy walking past Smoke at the table. He was slumped, watching me like a fat boy looking at chocolate.
“ Wanna go to a film? A club? What’cha want?” Thomas half-dragged me out of the front door.
“ Uh, a film, I suppose.”
“ Thanks. I would've hated going to a oogly club. I only go to watch bands, and like Smoke,” He smiled, pulling black pumps on his bare feet. He was damn pretty, I forgot all about Smoke.
The first part, Like Brilliant,
the Second, Does not make me rush, does not make me wait,
Third, Lenky Belief in Bars,
Fourth, Careful Cunning and On,
Fifth, R Flat Minor
Sixth, Double Feature Fighting