He sneered
Oh No its all going wrong.
The Joy and I ended up in Shoreditch waiting for a bus in the early hours of the morning, drunk on absinth and strawberry cocktails.
"I think your Fine. Y'know like in the 50's sense" This for some reason did't go down to well with me. Fine is on par to Good or Nice.
"Well I think your cute in the fact that you think your the only one right now." His face clouded and we escalated into a blazing row, arms waving voices raised the full works.
I finally storm off like a petulant child crossing the road in my usual eyes closed I-have-a-deathwish type manner. And he comes running after me drags me into an island in the middle of the road and up against rails.
Its a mixture of pleasure and pain as my face stings from where his stubble has scratched, leaving an imprint hours later.
"What are you doing?"
"Keeping you from getting run over."
"But theres no cars"
"Ok then persuading you to stay"
I tell him I'm fine and he calls me strange because that's how it all started.
"Screw you" I walk. I do this on my terms and when I want.
Everything is so messed up right now.
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