Summary: Promises should be kept you know.
I don’t know how to act around you. You make it look so easy, being close without actually being there...that little smirk as you flick a burned out cigarette into the street and glance my way casually. As if I don’t know what you’re planning in that gutter between your ears; of course I know, I lie awake some nights wondering when you will finally stop making me promises with those dark dark eyes...
Something is different tonight. I can feel it in the way you drape yourself around me and the beer i’ve been nursing, the way you wrap your lips around a cigarette when we decide that my place is a better change of scenery--the way your eyes catch mine makes me nervous...you make me nervous, but this expectant feeling in my gut keeps our eyes locked as I make promises of my own this time.
AN: It's not much, came up with this in barely 30 minutes waiting for my class to start. It feels good! :3