this was the first time john had ever layed eyes on someone so beautiful. a beautiful man, at least. he had soft, curly hair, a nice feminine build... those eyes, god, those eyes... he's gorgeous. he had to get closer.

with a guitar slung over his shoulder, john approached, albeit hesitantly. he had to keep up his 'bad boy' persona, he couldn't look scared, even nervous.

"'scuse me."