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You and Cliff met at a party. You were there alone. The person you went with was no where to be found. He was sitting across the room. Faded but he saw you. You saw him. It was like he was coming to your rescue.
He came over to you. Bell bottoms and all. He sat on the floor next to you. He put his arm around you and wiped your tear with his thumb. “What’s wrong?” he asks. You didn’t respond having enough of everyone’s bullshit. You grabbed his bong and took a hit.
“Slow down” He chuckles.
Eventually he was able to get you to open up. He didn’t let you go home so late at night. Knowing how his friends can be when there’s a girl in the house.
He striped his shirt off and tossed it to you. You gave him a confused look.
“I warmed it up for you,” He smiles. You smile back. The shirt smells of weed and cologne.
The door suddenly opened. There was a boy with long curly hair and radiant skin standing there. He smiled and waved at you and turned to Cliff. They talked for a bit before Cliff kissed the guy on the cheek. The door shuts.
Cliff turns around and says “It’s our thing. We kind of have a soft side to our relationship. Don’t tell James and Lars.” He laughs.
“Why not,” you curiously ask.
“They’ll say something like ‘No fags in metallica’” he mocks.
You giggle. He finally is settled in his comforting cloths.
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Reminiscing back to that night always makes you happy. It feels good to know your his love bug.