SORROW WAITED ,

“I’m an old fuck and definitely not anywhere near the realm of cool. Thanks though.” The grin playing on Lucas’ expression seemed to widen at the other’s reaction, finding that bashful sense about him to be an altogether adorable expression. “It’s definitely a good intense. Tell me–what’s your name?”

❛ NAH, DON’T BE SO HARD ON YOURSELF. ❜   he laughs again, head tilted.   ❛ you’re cooler than most people my age, man.  myself included. ❜   and the statement is truthful  ———  he may have an  intense  vibe, and he may be athletic, but he’s truly  uncool  at heart, preferring video games to partying, and now abstaining from alcohol.   (  for the most part.  )   but he now  embraces  how he is.  he’s lied and feigned a personality he’s not before, and he’d rather  NOT  do it again.