#shoresstart

“I’ve been here less than a week and I already miss performing. I don’t know what I was thinking. Would you say no to a private concert?”

“You wouldn’t happen to know where I can find a quiet place to study, would you? I love my kids, but they can be pretty loud, and the fast food places and cafes I’ve checked out really haven’t been much better. This paper has to be turned in tomorrow and I haven't gotten two words down. But I guess that’s what I get for waiting until last minute.”

I can see you staring at me. If you want my autograph, just ask.

“C’mon, slow poke! Catch up!”

“--The fuck...”

Walking with a slight limp, his fingers itching to pull a cigarette out of his pocket, Malcolm was beyond exhausted, and the fact that he was running on two hours of sleep probably didn’t help, but he had gotten through his first day of work in one piece, and that was what mattered. Caught up in his thoughts, wishing he could get back to his place faster and collapse into the mess of pillows and blankets littering his unmade bed, though he knew he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep, he didn’t notice the person in front of him until he was inches away from actually slamming into them. “Oh--” he started, trying -- and most likely failing -- to blink the confusion out of his expression as he was suddenly thrown back into reality. “I’m... I’m sorry. I-- uh, I didn’t see you there.” Obviously. “Sorry.”

“You think it’s too early to buy a Christmas tree?”