and if i die before i wake
Bang, bang, bang, bang. There is a universal rule out there that all teenage boys must make as much noise as possible whenever possible. There totally is. Look it up. There's no other reason why he would make so much noise dragging a skateboard over some steps if there weren't.
Bang, bang, bang, bang. And you can't say Martín is nothing but a teenager. He's got the teenage look about him, baggy sweatshirt, black backpack, dark jeans and scuffed up shoes. He's got the teenage slouch, years of practice behind horrible posture. The only thing that gives him away is that he only breathes when he has to talk.
"So I know this girl, right? She really, really likes me. Like, can't get enough of me, man." He speaks with a slight accent and doesn't look up from his board dragging. Bang, bang, bang. "And I really like her too, but there's kinda... a problem. She wants to, uh, meet my family and stuff, and I kinda couldn't tell her important things. Like, um, I'm older than I look."
He drags the skateboard off the ground, finally, and balances it off the backpack he's wearing. "So if you can't tell a girl important stuff like how old you are or why you don't go to school and things like that, what do you do if you really like her? I mean, I can't tell her. It's not allowed."
Bang, bang, bang, bang. And you can't say Martín is nothing but a teenager. He's got the teenage look about him, baggy sweatshirt, black backpack, dark jeans and scuffed up shoes. He's got the teenage slouch, years of practice behind horrible posture. The only thing that gives him away is that he only breathes when he has to talk.
"So I know this girl, right? She really, really likes me. Like, can't get enough of me, man." He speaks with a slight accent and doesn't look up from his board dragging. Bang, bang, bang. "And I really like her too, but there's kinda... a problem. She wants to, uh, meet my family and stuff, and I kinda couldn't tell her important things. Like, um, I'm older than I look."
He drags the skateboard off the ground, finally, and balances it off the backpack he's wearing. "So if you can't tell a girl important stuff like how old you are or why you don't go to school and things like that, what do you do if you really like her? I mean, I can't tell her. It's not allowed."