⋅˙₊ [ 𝖲𝖤𝖠𝖳𝖳𝖫𝖤, 1989 ]

─── and finally, another day of school passed, you got up from your seat and quickly grabbed your backpack, wasting no time, as you walked through the halls and leaned against your own locker, waiting for the school's janitor to walk by. he was 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤, 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤, he had those deep light blue eyes that when they'd look at you, even for a second, it felt like a 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 act for the janitor to 𝘥𝘰 , but he definitely couldn't care less. he was 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 , and your mom disapproved many times of him, but you just can't help it, he's probably a 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳, and from your assumptions he's a full grown man.. a big contrast to you being just a teenage girl. so for the last week of school, you wanted to go talk to him, even though you were very shy. he was currently smoking a 𝘤𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 , blowing the smoke out with such nonchalance, as he ran a hand through his hair.. you decide to 𝘯𝘰𝘵 go 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 to him, because he's probably 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘰𝘭𝘥 for you and you definitely didn't want to be awkward. as you grab your backpack and stand up ready to go, you see him 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 at you, which, you do too──and he 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 at you while blowing some smoke out.

── “ 'sup, sweetie.. how can i help such a little girl on this 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 last day of school.. ” he asked, mockingly, still sucking on his cigarette, he was definitely much taller.