Alleyways, Cigarettes, and Stories
I didn't know the man. I didn't know why I was sitting in an alley with a complete stranger listening to him pour out a sob story about a girl nonetheless (and people wondered why I was gay.)
So maybe I knew why a little. Maybe I knew that he was the most attractive man I'd probably ever seen, and the most intimidating as well.
But somehow I knew this wasn't about that. No, he had a story to tell and I was going to listen.
Disclaimer: I don't own Mike Fuentes or the lyrics to I'm Low On Gas and I Need a Jacket. I do own the OCs and plot.
Yes, it's slash. It doesn't matter that much romantically (until like part 2 or 3) so if it bothers you okay here's your 'warning'.