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"Did you teach yourself?" I asked, testing lanced my way "Yeah I went into camp pretty late and had plenty of tis out"
Naturally, the next question was: Were you in hiding? But I wouldn’t be able to ask that without hiht
This had to stop My hands were shaking like he had just toldhe had done up until now had proven hi other than nice Hadn’t he shownto besince I’d even wanted a friend that I wasn’t sure I even rerade, it had been stupidly simple Our teacher had told us to write down our favorite anio around the roo ani friends was supposed to be that easy, apparently--finding so," I blurted out Jim Morrison’s voice was soft and barely reached us froh Betty’s speakers
"Yeah? The Doors?" Liahtto hed "I like it when he sings it"
Liam clutched his chest, like I had wounded him, but his recovery was quick The radio DJ announced the next song; it was like Lia about!"
"The All up ed him for a Zeppelin fan
"This is thehis head in time with the music
"Have you ever actually listened to the lyrics?" I asked, feeling the anxiety lift offsteadier with each word "Was your father a gaun? Were you born in the backseat of a Greyhound bus?"
"Hey now," he said, reaching over to flick my hair "I said it was the music of my soul, not my life For your information, my stepdad is a mechanic down in North Carolina and, as far as I know, still alive and well But I was born in the backseat of a bus"
"You’re joking" I honestly couldn’t tell
"A I was the Miracle Bus Boy for the first three years ofto make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can’?" I finished
He laughed, the tips of his ears tinged with a faint pink The song went on, filling the air between us with its rapid pulse and relentless guitars Every piece fit together effortlessly; not quite country and not quite rock and roll Just warm, fast, Southern
I liked it even better when Liaas had stopped, he carefully pulled the hose free and replaced the gas cap Before he stood, Liam knocked his shoulder into et that dress?"
I snorted, picking at the skirt "Present from Zu"
"You look like you want to throw it into a fire"