Name: Stick (Around)
Fandom: None; original
Rating: K
Word Count: 146
Notes: Mixed signals, hormones and uncertain sexuality; it's bound to make a mess.
I take my end of the stick and you take yours. Which is wrong? Neither of us cares to say, though we both care to think; mememe and you've got it all wrong. This is how it's meant to be.
I didn't mean to kiss you. I swear I didn't; but we were lying there just talking and it was perfect and you were perfect - always have been - and I know I should have stopped to wonder whether this really was just platonic, and whether you really were straight. Boys don't deserve you; they're all so immature. They're fourteen; they should know better by now but they don't, and me and you do. I feel like you know me; like you're meant to understand me just as I'm meant to understand you. Like you love me just as I love you.
Why don't you?