Date Posted:19:45:06 09/04/04 Sat Author: Zee Subject: knock knock knocking on heavens door.
He had promised her candy and candy he had along with an assortment of take out tucked under his arm, which made knocking an interesting task. Clad as usual in a tight tee shirt that simply read "Brunswick T-Ball" obviously bought at a thrift store, faded jeans that hung lower on his hips and flips, he wasn't dressed for anything but just chilling out. With a small, absent smile at nothing in particular, he rocked back on his heels, waiting patiently as always for her to answer the door.