“hey stupid.” im so sorry bruce ily
the all american boy , polished to the ends of your raven hair . eyes blink warmly to the direction of 𝚝̳𝚑̳𝚎̳ ̳ 𝚟̳𝚘̳𝚒̳𝚌̳𝚎̳ , one infamously distinguishable from a thousand others . at the name , your poised stance doesn't falter . even in the haze of summer stickiness : it's hard to catch you by surprise !
tommy eaton in all his muddy crudeness 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔 . the other boy's never been known for formalities . still , you find it's easier to glow your award - winning smile than it is to take his words to heart . people tend to warm up to you anyway . whether they like it or not .
❝ hey man , how’s it hangin’ ? ❞ to most , infectious is your charm : bared teeth a twinkle of perfection . a skim down his dark attire , one that you note is unlike of any other kid you know . but tommy eaton is not like most kids . e͟v͟e͟r͟y͟o͟n͟e͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟w͟h͟o͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟k͟n͟o͟w͟s͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟h͟i͟m͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟k͟n͟o͟w͟s͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟t͟h͟a͟t͟ ͟.͟ ͟ adorned across his chest are pins that clip your attention , like a 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡 to a violet light .
❝ dude . cool jacket . ❞ your eyes meet his again : crinkling at the corners & a curiosity spreading on the tip of your tongue . ❝ . . . 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 , 𝟿𝟶 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 , 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 ? ❞ an airy playfulness coats your words , but briefly , a smudge in your thoughts wonders if he’ll take it that way .
* 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜 ,