its two a.m.
nate came over today with aaron. they both smelled of senior men. they are. we played scrabble and ran through the woods and went to the book store and saw some people from my school when we tried to go to the antique store (which wasnt open) and then to my art studio class (wasnt open either). "i love the feeling of frozen grass crushing under my feet."
i got a thorn stuck in my ankle. it stang like bumblebee. i was cold and my eyes started to water.
we cuddled. we almost broke some plates. we poured orange juice all over the counter.
i won scrabble with the word liquor. we listened to weezer. aaron tried to get away with the word "OAKY" after nate had already put down "OAK"
he had his viking moses shirt.
we went to my room. we kissed. aaron told me not to go to nates school because its 'bad' and 'small.'
we ran back home. aaron had to go. so did nate. we kissed again. aaron told nate he was a pedofile.
i miss him, i forgot to tell him that i love him.
i got a thorn stuck in my ankle. it stang like bumblebee. i was cold and my eyes started to water.
we cuddled. we almost broke some plates. we poured orange juice all over the counter.
i won scrabble with the word liquor. we listened to weezer. aaron tried to get away with the word "OAKY" after nate had already put down "OAK"
he had his viking moses shirt.
we went to my room. we kissed. aaron told me not to go to nates school because its 'bad' and 'small.'
we ran back home. aaron had to go. so did nate. we kissed again. aaron told nate he was a pedofile.
i miss him, i forgot to tell him that i love him.