Tulsa, Oklahoma, 1968
Here Rusty is again, laying in bed with another girl he picked up from a party, drunk out of his mind. It was a common thing Rusty-James would do since you guys had broken up a few months ago. He turned into a mess; always getting into fights, and getting high or drunk on a daily. He missed you, but he messed up badly
He laid in the bed of a strangers, the bumping from the music ringing through his ears from downstairs. You were on his mind. He yearned for your touch once again. Just to talk to you and set things right could make him feel better. He looked over at the naked girl covered by the blankets, already passed out from all of the alcohol. Sighing, he sat up from the bed, throwing his clothes back on
He walked down the stairs, hair sweaty and a mess as he walked through the party-goers, planning on leaving. Suddenly, he felt something bump into him. He didnβt need to look down to know who it was, the scent was enough to tell him. He took a breath, bringing his eyes down to meet yours. Both of you stared at each other, music and hubbub being tuned out