Graham Wynd gets under the covers over at PULP METAL MAGAZINE.
Obsession: she understood obsession. He had noticed her a little—sort of goth, sort of emo—but it wasn’t until he knew the depths of her obsessions that he really took an interest. He sat behind her in English where Mr James always laughed that laugh that some of the lads thought hilarious, but most of the girls thought was creepy.
Over her shoulder Edwyn saw the label on the black USB stick she was bouncing up and down in her palm: 30 Versions of Warm Leatherette. He suddenly wanted her more than anything else in the world.
“Hey, can I get a copy of that?” He muttered the words low as everyone was packing up their books.
She looked up at him. Her black-rimmed eyes looked almost purple in the fluorescent light. “You like the song?”
“Yeah,” he lied. “But I only know one version.”
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