7:07 a.m.

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7:07a.m.
i actually wore my jacket today so i don't freeze to death. i can't stop thinking about the boy with the blue hair. why was he lying in a yard? why didn't I see him at school? speak of the devil. he stands next to me and I look over at him. i apparently catch his eyes and he makes eye contact with me. he looks me up and down.
"thank god you wore a jacket this time." I furrow my brows,
"What?" He looks down at his feet for a second and then back at me, "was close to giving you my jacket yesterday."
I'm taken back for a second.
"What?" he smirks,
"Man, you ask a lot of questions."
i cross my arms, "i mean I could ask you more."
he rolls his eyes and opens a pack of tic-tacs. he pops two in his mouth and looks over at me.
"want one?"
I stare at him for a second. "...sure." I hold my hand out as he gives me one.
"thanks."
"mhm."
the bus pulled up and we stepped on. sitting in the same seats as yesterday; i stare again.
he has crinkles by his eyes.
the bus pulls up to the school and we get off.
he disappears again.
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Also, that's my concert photo and its soooo niCE
god, I'd die to go back there.