Disney, Trueblood, Klaroline-loving journalist living in sweltering temperatures and trying to get these creative juices flowing about something other than man bites dog.
He says to “be cool” but,I don’t know how yet.Wind in my hair,Hand on the back of my neck.I said, “Can we party later on?”He said, “Yes, yes.” (Yes.)Tell me I’m your National Anthem.

▷ Green hair

He had long, unkempt green hair, which I thought looked kind of ridiculous with his required, orange pinstriped baseball cap.

"That’ll be…" he trailed off, skimming the orders on his kiosk. "$6.44."

And a short term memory, apparently.

I don’t know why I didn’t already have my Bank of America card at the ready. I’d been in this exact same position before only last time he’d been sporting a bluer look. His hair, I mean. It reminded me of those blueberries that bratty, little tween in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory swallowed.

I knew how much my order costed before I even manually swiveled down the window of my yellow Cutlass. 

This time though, when I handed him my card, he inspected it. Odd. I knew I had at least $500 on there. 

"Is there something wrong?" I drawled from my front seat, turning Kesh@$! whines to a dull simmer. 

"Just getting your name," he said, cracking a smile. 

"Why do you need that?" I mused, cocking an eyebrow.

"I don’t want to keep calling you combo number 1 with only ketchup, mayonaise, mustard and cheese,"


You are my child, you were born into greatness. - Eric.
You were my first love, I’ll never forget you. - Jessica.

I didn’t ask for thisYou give me heart attackI didn’t want to careAnd then I saw you there
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