Hallo! New fic! Yay! Okay, sooooo….. I love the song "good girls." By Tim McGraw, so I just had to write something to it, I know its kinda shitty, but I needed to get it down, read and review and such :)

The air was dark and smooth as a man with dark eyes peered out the window.
Somehow, though there was no wind.

His pitch black hair swirled softly around his face.

Through the open window soft scents drifted.

Though the room was dark his face was somehow lit up.

The man, Bill, walked across the room, careful not to wake the sleeping body that lay across the bed, and picked up the phone before hitting speed dial, calling his twin brother.

"Ehh…hello?" a tired and groggy voice said on the other end.

"Tom." Bill answered. "We're going out tonight." He said, his voice just as cheerful as ever.

"What do you mean we're going out tonight? It's like three in the fucking morning." Tom's tired voice said on the other end.

"So, it's a nice night, be spontaneous for once Tom." Bill stated.

"What are we gonna do Bill?"
His brother said. Bill already knew that he had won the battle. He could hear Tom sliding out of bed and getting dressed.

"Gonna chase the moon, you know, like how we used to when we were seventeen." Bill stated.

"We're twenty four, not seventeen." Tom argued weakly. The sound of water turned on in the background.

"We can drink Boone's Farm?" Bill snickered, knowing that his brother couldn't resist the malt based alcohol drink.

Tom made a grunt.

"Come on dude, you can't say no, I'm your brother." Bill said.

"Fine. Pick me up." And with that, the other line went dead.