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The summer was usually hot and humid but this one was just right. It was around 5 or 6 pm and Theo was drumming his fingers on his beer bottle. He could hold himself perfectly fine with his alcohol for the past two years, after he had become legal to drink at 18. He stood around in his jeans that didn’t fit right and his flannel shirt that didn’t look right on and his cowboy had that was messing up his perfectly put together brown wavy hair.

He sipped a little more of a beer as his mom pushed him to go and socialize, which he declined politely. He wasn’t that much of a people person, he rather liked holing himself up in his room and writing until the sun set.

He wiped the sweat off of his forehead. He scanned the crowd for anyone. Anyone his age, everyone here was over 35, and he was only 20. That’s when you ran by, you and a pack of your friends. You were all picture perfect cowboys. Flannels perfectly weather worn, boots that had seen field work, hats that fit perfect on all of your bloody perfect hair. But specifically you caught his eye. It was how brightly you were smiling. He saw you had a guitar case and your other friend was holding a speaker.

He followed your little group at a far enough distance to see you guy jump onto a picnic table and start setting up. You plugged in your gorgeous acoustic guitar and tipped your hat up as you started playing.