[fic] hand in my pocket, waiting for my rocket to come
Kris nods, securing his guitar case and heaving it from the ground.
“So, you gonna take me out to dinner with that cash, or…”
He’s cut off by Matt’s lips swooping down onto his own.
“Yeah, big spender,” Matt says as he pulls back, “You pick the dollar menu and I’m there.”
The walk back is spent making up lyrics to I’m Yours.
.
“So, you gonna take me out to dinner with that cash, or…”
He’s cut off by Matt’s lips swooping down onto his own.
“Yeah, big spender,” Matt says as he pulls back, “You pick the dollar menu and I’m there.”
The walk back is spent making up lyrics to I’m Yours.
.