summer paradise (with you)

[chemistryinmotion]

Rob. You, me, the beach. Let's go. You owe me.

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[hackintheaster.livejournal.com]

[At first he just stares blankly but that doesn't last for long. He can't help but snort.]

You're worried about me? Dude, you're the ginger. It's like, genetically programmed in you to burn.