life is over far too quickly.
eric sorenson.
i was in your bedroom a week ago, you sat across the room from me in psychology every tuesday and thursday. that time at LX, when i hit you? hahaha. I thought you were cute.
RC.
we met just over a week ago. we drank milkshakes together, we shot guns together. you put yr hands on mine as you showed how to grip the .45. i told stephen i thought you were cute, and thirty minutes later the phone rang. we took tequila shots together and i had my hand on yr leg, and as the night progressed we moved from the couch to the bedroom and i kissed you and kissed you and felt yr body on mine. and you called me just because you were bored.
and i was supposed to see you two nights ago.
Zach.
you sat across from me as we teased you and drank milkshakes with your uncle. you talked to me on the truck bed while everyone else shot, and asked if i wanted to try the shotgun. i tried to find you a girl. i told you you were cute and deserved one.
and now, eric is dead. and zach is in the hospital in critical condition, just awake from a coma with a serious head injury. and RC is dealing with the death of his friend, the possible death of his nephew, and the guilt over the fact he was the one driving the jet ski.
sometimes this world is fucking unfair.
i was in your bedroom a week ago, you sat across the room from me in psychology every tuesday and thursday. that time at LX, when i hit you? hahaha. I thought you were cute.
RC.
we met just over a week ago. we drank milkshakes together, we shot guns together. you put yr hands on mine as you showed how to grip the .45. i told stephen i thought you were cute, and thirty minutes later the phone rang. we took tequila shots together and i had my hand on yr leg, and as the night progressed we moved from the couch to the bedroom and i kissed you and kissed you and felt yr body on mine. and you called me just because you were bored.
and i was supposed to see you two nights ago.
Zach.
you sat across from me as we teased you and drank milkshakes with your uncle. you talked to me on the truck bed while everyone else shot, and asked if i wanted to try the shotgun. i tried to find you a girl. i told you you were cute and deserved one.
and now, eric is dead. and zach is in the hospital in critical condition, just awake from a coma with a serious head injury. and RC is dealing with the death of his friend, the possible death of his nephew, and the guilt over the fact he was the one driving the jet ski.
sometimes this world is fucking unfair.