"the quest", she called it.

[desirella]

i guess im getting played, 
not by the boy whos night table i banged my head on that night long ago..
the other boy who thinks he can leave his scarf @ my house and then never call.

dreads-
i have the biggest crush on you in the whole entire world,
i wish that we would stop pretending we dont like eachother.
because i know you like me, and so does everyone else..
(even dr. moon.)

i think im in love with the immature one, 
the one that knows nothing about women.
most definietly the wrong one.
why cant i get him out of my head.