Taken With the Wind

VI;

I step outside
The sun,
Hot beating down on my face
Causing small little droplets of sweat
To form on my forehead.
He’s sitting outside on the curb across the street.
A beanie on his head.
Grey skin tight jeans, a bandana
Out the back pocket.
Keys dangling
Holding onto his chipped board
Wearing a T-shirt
With the name of a band
I’d never heard of.
I could see the sweat pool
On the back of his shirt
Slowly forming a stain.
He looks up and squints his eyes as I walk over.
I smile, because he looks like
An idiot
But I won’t let him know that.
“Sorry, man..”
I come closer and look down
Clear face
Bushy eyebrows
Stubble on his chin
“One, I’m not
A man.
Two, Don’t say
Sorry to me.
It’s not my damn car.”
A sly grin
Forms on his face.
“Sit a while?”
He asks.
Like a whipped dog.
I sit.
♠ ♠ ♠
Last Chapter For the night.
Tell me your opinions.
Don't sit there like I don't care what you say.
Cause I do. :P