coffee and cigarettes.
Thursday
alex and i see each other every other day after school at starbucks. well sometimes before school is even over coz i skip class and leave during lunch. like always, it started out with eye contact. then smiles. a wink here and there. the first time we talked i asked him for a smoke and took a sip from his iced green tea. he has, literally, the most beautiful eyes i have ever seen. real shit. you know. i know i always say this for like, every guy i become infatuated with, but oh.my god the brightest hazel with specks of green.
i was supposed to leave right when lunch was over. i was only supposed to stay for the duration of 4th period and lunchtime.
so this one day, i skip 4th and chill outside at starbucks (practically my 2nd home apart from Borders) with my cigarettes. he pulls up, plops himself down on the chair next to me and says, "so what, you ditch school like everyday?" i shrug. '"ha. pretty much."
so we talked. alot. about random things. he's a psych major so for a bit, he fucked with my head and everything and explained all the signals my body language was sending and shit and gah i was all flustered coz usually, with everyone else, i'm the one doing that shit you know? anyway. it was amazing. the conversations i mean. never a dull pause.
i talk to him about travel. "i'm gonna see the world." "i want to too." "why don't you?" "no money." "ha, i have cash, i'll take you with me?" "alright." "i'm supposed to switch schools next semester. i don't know though. my choice. what do you think?" "you should stay." "and why's that?" he gives me the greatest smile, "come on. coz of me." "oh yeh?" "mhm." "well, you and your big ego." he laughs and takes a drag off his American Spirit, watching the burning end. "that was cute," i tell him. "what?" i mimick his crosseyed look and he chuckles at the goofiness. i go on bout random shit like that i liked how it said 'EH' on his license plate coz i say 'eh' alot and we proceeded to talk in a Canadian accent. then i check my phone and fuck it's like 12:40. lunch ended 10min ago. too fucking late watson. he gives a laugh and says, "so now that it's too late and everything..wanna go to Target?" "Fuck yeah." [:
and we go.
we hang out, hang around, walk around and the whole time i swear i ramble like usual and talk about gummy bears and HD tvs and old-school record players and finally we plop down on this couch bench thing in the Outdoor Furniture section. we keep talking and he gets closer and we touch and i let him play with my hands. in a moment he pulls my face toward his and kisses me. his scruff is rough against my skin but it's a nice change. "do you like me?" "yeah." "why?" "i dunno. you're different." so we keep kissing and talking on that couch 'till it's time for me to get back for 6th period. he drives me back and gives me one last kiss before i step out. i'm like, 10mins late to class but whatever.
that was two weeks ago. the only other time we have ever talked again was last Friday when i wished him a belated Happy Birthday. he's always been with his friends everytime i see him at Starbucks now and might as well be a ghost the way he's acting as if i'm not there. no talking unless i initiate it. you know what, whatever. if it's done, it's done. if he's playing, well i play the same game. but if it's over, it's over. i'm fucking glad Thursday happened.
alex and i see each other every other day after school at starbucks. well sometimes before school is even over coz i skip class and leave during lunch. like always, it started out with eye contact. then smiles. a wink here and there. the first time we talked i asked him for a smoke and took a sip from his iced green tea. he has, literally, the most beautiful eyes i have ever seen. real shit. you know. i know i always say this for like, every guy i become infatuated with, but oh.my god the brightest hazel with specks of green.
i was supposed to leave right when lunch was over. i was only supposed to stay for the duration of 4th period and lunchtime.
so this one day, i skip 4th and chill outside at starbucks (practically my 2nd home apart from Borders) with my cigarettes. he pulls up, plops himself down on the chair next to me and says, "so what, you ditch school like everyday?" i shrug. '"ha. pretty much."
so we talked. alot. about random things. he's a psych major so for a bit, he fucked with my head and everything and explained all the signals my body language was sending and shit and gah i was all flustered coz usually, with everyone else, i'm the one doing that shit you know? anyway. it was amazing. the conversations i mean. never a dull pause.
i talk to him about travel. "i'm gonna see the world." "i want to too." "why don't you?" "no money." "ha, i have cash, i'll take you with me?" "alright." "i'm supposed to switch schools next semester. i don't know though. my choice. what do you think?" "you should stay." "and why's that?" he gives me the greatest smile, "come on. coz of me." "oh yeh?" "mhm." "well, you and your big ego." he laughs and takes a drag off his American Spirit, watching the burning end. "that was cute," i tell him. "what?" i mimick his crosseyed look and he chuckles at the goofiness. i go on bout random shit like that i liked how it said 'EH' on his license plate coz i say 'eh' alot and we proceeded to talk in a Canadian accent. then i check my phone and fuck it's like 12:40. lunch ended 10min ago. too fucking late watson. he gives a laugh and says, "so now that it's too late and everything..wanna go to Target?" "Fuck yeah." [:
and we go.
we hang out, hang around, walk around and the whole time i swear i ramble like usual and talk about gummy bears and HD tvs and old-school record players and finally we plop down on this couch bench thing in the Outdoor Furniture section. we keep talking and he gets closer and we touch and i let him play with my hands. in a moment he pulls my face toward his and kisses me. his scruff is rough against my skin but it's a nice change. "do you like me?" "yeah." "why?" "i dunno. you're different." so we keep kissing and talking on that couch 'till it's time for me to get back for 6th period. he drives me back and gives me one last kiss before i step out. i'm like, 10mins late to class but whatever.
that was two weeks ago. the only other time we have ever talked again was last Friday when i wished him a belated Happy Birthday. he's always been with his friends everytime i see him at Starbucks now and might as well be a ghost the way he's acting as if i'm not there. no talking unless i initiate it. you know what, whatever. if it's done, it's done. if he's playing, well i play the same game. but if it's over, it's over. i'm fucking glad Thursday happened.