Evander was his name,
he was 19 years old,
a little too old for
childhood nostalgia
a little too young for wild parties.
he thought of this
as his eyes scanned
the endless people
of the room,
looking for nobody
in particular.
Evander is just a
wallflower,
sitting alone on
a worn out plaid sofa
until he saw her
a girl
walking to him
to him?
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Short StoryA weird and akward love story between two teenagers who are social outcasts. 2014 ©carpediemreader13
