Bab 65: The Darren In His Mind

Tim stared at the cutie beside him.

They were both sitting at the top of the road hills, settling down at the grass and overviewing the beauty of the nature. It was refreshing and a little windy which is a huge help because he would not want to bathe on his own sweat.

And his cutie is way too fucking good looking so he's distracted and his eyes kept on looking at him.

Such beauty. Such utter perfection. Such a day to spend with him and hell if he wouldn't want to do this again. He'll do this every goddamn day.

He was just casually eating his food silently and Tim wasn't even bothering with his because the view is enough. Fuck. That mixture of cuteness and greatness. There was a reason Tim likes him.

It's easy to ignore his insults and judgments because in his eyes, Darren is way more than that. Not just a person who's under house arrest. Why would he stay at his house if he's just some person?