J U S T F R I E N D S

H E L L O

"God dámn it's cold outside." I say rubbing my arms to create some heat in attempts to warm myself up.

"You've got that fückin right." a thick British voice says from behind me.

Turning around I take in the view. A very tall lanky boy dressed in black with a mop of curly black hair on top of his head, smoking a cigarette. "And who might you be?"

"Oh, right. I'm Matty, Matty Healy." he says extending a hand for me to shake.

HAHAHAHHA I SUCK AT WRITING BUT WHY NOT MAKE ANOTHER STORY. ITS SIMPLY BECAUSE I CAN : ) /P E A C E O U T/