High-Speed Rail

The topic of my debate. Kinda fast. Kinda slim. Kinda bad. Kinda good.

Kinda.....he looked kinda hot, standing there against the rails, sleek and humming with that positive electricity, thrumming like a heartbeat. I was flying fast above, I knew we’d meet again....but when? So far above him, he so far below me....but we were both made of that same steel. A plane and a train....two different worlds....so far apart....but I knew fate had us together from when I first saw him.

-to be continued.....

“What the hell is a high-speed rail?”

“A train that go whee.”
“Really? You have any fanfiction about it?”

“....”
“So there’s this thing called Urban Dictionary-“