Two; Let it Rain - OKGo
vision blue and blurry,
falling angels in a flurry,
spinning through the empty room
did you come here to dance?
Race pulls the car into the driveway, looks across at Spot. The other boy gives him a quick glance, smirking slightly, forestalling any corny statements Racetrack was planning on making. He doesn't mind, understands the fact that the smirk means that Spot understands.
"Get out, dumbass." A fast grin, a light chuckle, and Spot's gone, walking to the door. It starts to rain as he leaves.