And so as the two of you stood outside the motel, waiting for the next person to leave to bum off their room. Rain began to pour.

As it pelted you both, your curls stuck to your forehead. And he thought you were so damn pretty. Wayne didn't talk much, but he found himself smiling like a dork at you, finding answers to questions he didnt know he was asking just by looking at you,

He was attached.