i bet you're still a sucker for those famous faces.
okay, so. there may or may not be this boy. in my life. right now. yeah.
see. here’s the thing. i had a bit of a crush on him last year. because he is beyond attractive. but not usually the type i go for. anyway. but then i got over it. so we met up again this year at school and i was very “whatever” about it, but he wanted to hang. so we got some food. and shared it. like. both-of-us-eating-off-my-plate sharing.
and then we hung out some more, shared some more food, drank a bit, SPENT TWO HOURS LYING IN A FIELD TOGETHER STARING AT THE SKY AND DOING CARTWHEELS. massages may or may not have been involved.
and all the while, i’m thinking to myself, “okay. this is cool. we’re friends. i can do that.” i’m usually awkward around people. but not with this guy.
IT’S ALL VERY WEIRD, OKAY?
and then. we drink some more and go over to his place and have knee-touching moments and then go to sleep on his bed. FULLY CLOTHED. WITH NOTHING UNTOWARD HAPPENING.
and i hadn’t showered in a few days (dirtbag, i know), and i was sick, and i felt pretty gross but STILL COMFORTABLE AROUND HIM.
and then we spooned. and slept all tangled together. and then the next morning, i was leaving and he said that we should hang out again later in the day and then. there was a kiss.
one of those clichéd kisses where you can’t remember who initiated it. you know? you both just went for it at the same time. and it was a little dry and stuff, because we were both pretty sick with a cold, BUT IT STILL ROCKED.
and then we watched a movie yesterday and kissed again when he was leaving. and it was cute.
and here is my dilemma: i am bothered by the fact that the cuteness doesn’t bother me. seriously. i don’t usually go in for cuteness. but.
*dramatic sigh*
my life is so hard.
in other news, i am a bandslash whore now. want to discuss the wonders of panic! at the disco or the academy is... or cobra starship and/or all the slashtastic happenings in our shiny little fandom? PLEASE DISCUSS IT WITH ME.
PLEASE.
see. here’s the thing. i had a bit of a crush on him last year. because he is beyond attractive. but not usually the type i go for. anyway. but then i got over it. so we met up again this year at school and i was very “whatever” about it, but he wanted to hang. so we got some food. and shared it. like. both-of-us-eating-off-my-plate sharing.
and then we hung out some more, shared some more food, drank a bit, SPENT TWO HOURS LYING IN A FIELD TOGETHER STARING AT THE SKY AND DOING CARTWHEELS. massages may or may not have been involved.
and all the while, i’m thinking to myself, “okay. this is cool. we’re friends. i can do that.” i’m usually awkward around people. but not with this guy.
IT’S ALL VERY WEIRD, OKAY?
and then. we drink some more and go over to his place and have knee-touching moments and then go to sleep on his bed. FULLY CLOTHED. WITH NOTHING UNTOWARD HAPPENING.
and i hadn’t showered in a few days (dirtbag, i know), and i was sick, and i felt pretty gross but STILL COMFORTABLE AROUND HIM.
and then we spooned. and slept all tangled together. and then the next morning, i was leaving and he said that we should hang out again later in the day and then. there was a kiss.
one of those clichéd kisses where you can’t remember who initiated it. you know? you both just went for it at the same time. and it was a little dry and stuff, because we were both pretty sick with a cold, BUT IT STILL ROCKED.
and then we watched a movie yesterday and kissed again when he was leaving. and it was cute.
and here is my dilemma: i am bothered by the fact that the cuteness doesn’t bother me. seriously. i don’t usually go in for cuteness. but.
*dramatic sigh*
my life is so hard.
in other news, i am a bandslash whore now. want to discuss the wonders of panic! at the disco or the academy is... or cobra starship and/or all the slashtastic happenings in our shiny little fandom? PLEASE DISCUSS IT WITH ME.
PLEASE.