partition

“Thanks, princess. Do you want me to turn around to show you or?”

“Would it be horrible of me to say yes? I mean, it’s kind of--- Y’know, fuck it, I’ve never been much of a lady anyways.”

“Here, c’mon, shotgun.”

“Fuckin’ A. Let’s get wasted!”

— I’m not sure if I should sing along, or keep laughin’ at your horrendous dance skills.

Bitch, my moves are killer.

“No thanks.”

“Don’t be a downer, dude! C’mon, just turn up with me!”

“I — don’t know what you’re doing, but — You look cute so M’gonna let it slide.”

“Dance with me, babe!”

“Own it, bitch!”

“This is m’fucking theme song!”

“—Some old lady asked for my phone number earlier. She seemed sweet so I gave her the wrong number. Now I feel bad for the guy or girl who’s going to get a lot of phone calls and text messages.”

“Can’t say I blame her. You probably have the nicest ass I’ve ever seen.”

“Woah, woah, woah. Where the hell is my bike? I left it right there. Who the hell touch my bike… You’ve ‘gotta be kiddin’ me.” 

“Maybe you should lock it to something next time.”

“Yeah, you could say that. ——-Uh, sure.. uh.. — Don’t matter where I’m going, or what I do, I’ll always come back, I’ll always come back to you. And I’ve got this funny feeling, that I’ll be seeing you soon, ‘cause I’m coming home, I’m coming home to you..”

“Not bad, kid. I’m Kenzie, by the way. Did you write that yourself?”

“— — Yeah? Well, you see, at the moment I don’t particularly care about this being your thinking place. I’m here right now and I don’t plan on getting up anytime soon. Willingly or unwillingly, you’ll just have to share.”

“My, my, my. Someone’s a lil feisty I see. Fine, take my spot. You clearly need to get something out of your head. Or... someone, I’m guessing. Spill, pretty boy.”