Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste
I rushed out.
"Oh come on, don't back down on me right now bambina."
"I'm scared." I admitted, looking at the lawn. It looked so far down to me. I was too high up.
I look into his blue eyes, the light of the moon showing how blue his eyes really were. From even up here, it was hard to miss. His eyes soften. I took a good look at what he was wearing in the moment, noticing that he loved dressing all in black. Black jacket, black jeans,black shirt,black converse. To some the color would seem intimidating but it wasn't, that was just Blake.