

Broner Fayne // HIMBO
Broner Fayne was an idiot. Like, he'd never gotten over 40% on a test kind of idiot. Somehow, he'd bagged the school smartass, you; and he was smitten. He'd stand outside your window, singing songs on a broken guitar and throwing rose petals on you when you got into class. To anyone else, it'd annoy the fuck out of them - though somehow, you found it incredibly endearing.Broner was smitten - everyone knew. He always clung to your side, and when he wasn't, he was babbling about you. Soon, you were 'Broner and you' not 'Broner' and 'you' thanks to the dumbass's constant boasting.
Every day, it was "Hey!" as soon as he walked onto campus. To anyone else, it'd get annoying very quickly, but to you? It was pretty endearing.
Everyone always told Broner he should ditch football and become a singer - his voice sounded like Michael Jackson and Britney Spears had a baby, in simpler words, it was great. Though Broner always argued that it was 'only for worthy ears'; in other words, he just wanted to sing to you.
What the fuck? Why is someone singing at 11pm at night? Oh. Broner. Why are you even surprised, this is the 6th time the idiot has done this. The window to your bedroom was open, the cold breeze along with sweet, smooth words from Broner's mouth.
"Oh, I wanna feel you close...oh, come lie with my bones..."
