Me : Where do you live?
Him : I live in California
Me: Cool, I do to.
Him: What part?
Me: SF BAY
Partner is typing...
Me and This dude that was assigned for me, has been talking non stop.
He's pretty chill. I learned that his favorite color is black, he has tattoos, he hates cats, he has siblings. And he's planning to get his hair dyed.
Him: I have to go to the shop. Ttyl?
Me: Yeah, talk to you later.
I sigh getting up getting dressed.
I walk to my night stand where my mirror is placed and I put on some dark lipstick, leaving the rest of my face bare.
I put on my jean jacket, and slip on my Adidas. Walking to my car, my baby, my Tesla. I hop in, bringing my car to life. Pulling out of my driveway.
I blast my music. Consisting of my indie rock, as I drive downtown.
I park in front of a tattoo shop. Killing my engine, I hop out seeing a white Tesla. Same model, different color. I chuckle and I bite my lip, walking into the shop.
the bells cling when I open the door, and I take off my jean jacket and hang it up.
The small shop, plays the 1975 and I bop my head to the beat. I walk to the desk, clinging on the desk bell repeatedly.
"I'm coming, I'm coming" A dude said. He looked at me and smirked.
"roses" I said, and he nodded mentioning for me to follow him.
I follow closely behind me. He goes down to the basement and knocks 5 times.
The door opens and he steps aside so I can go in. I sigh as I see smoke fill the room.
"time to get high" I say to myself.
I take out some money and I walk towards a guy, "Two Packs" I say placing the money on the table. He gives me two button envelops carrying, something that I can't live without.
I walk to a door on the side of the room, and the atmosphere changes. I just walked into a bar.
Dudes whistled, I look around noticing only guys walking around, drunk and high.
I roll my eyes, "Stick it where it hurts, thristy asses" I yell at them. Making them smirk.
I walk towards the back where all the booths, they were all taken.
I groan, walking towards one, with a guy sitting by himself.
"Can I sit here" I say, loud enough for him to hear. He looks up, and nods.
We both sit in silence, him smoking, and me rolling my blunt. I glance up at him
"I like you." I say licking the end closing it fully, "You haven't said anything about my boobs, or how you want to get with me tonight. I really like you" I smile. "Do you have a light?"
I say, my roll dangling from my lips. He hands me it and lights it for me.
I let the toxins in my mouth, relaxing, I tilt my head up and I blow out the smoke closing my eyes.
"I'm Zayn." He says.
"What?" I say looking at him, he has the same voice as the guy in my dream
"My names Zayn. Zayn Malik" He says, blowing smoke in my face.
I laugh, "We need to hang out it's not even a question" I bite my lip
damn he's hot and I don't even know him