Andrew. All him. I meet him by falling on his feet while he's on stage, we wrestle a bit so to avoid the hot lamps and those nasty burns.
He pins me to the floor, and I bat my eyes at him, of course I'm dressed in pastel colors...jesus christ, did you think I was f**king god damnd piece of s**t goth? Hell no. He sees that, and my fair skin and...........colored hair and melts. So I say, Um Coffee? After the gig?
He smiles, plants a huge kiss on my ...ever so receptive lips, I am sighing as even as I type this... I kiss him back....Yeah he says, coffee , and what was your name?
Planet I say, my name is Planet.
To be continued.
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Planet