i didn't realize i had slowly accepted him as a friend
him: hey, princess!
me: shut up, you're loud.
him: want to skip next block with me? we both have gym!
me: no! and keep your voice down, i'm trying to pay attention, not get detention.
him: that rhymed!
me: oh jesus.
him: you didn't tell me that you're a poet!
me: god, my only friend is an utter moron.
him: you have to write me someth- wait, we're friends?
me: haven't you implied that several times over the past two weeks?
him: i didn't think you would listen.
me: guess you've underestimated me.
our teacher: nina, cooper, is there something you'd like to share with everyone?
him: mr. keats, we're friends!
me: kill me, kill me now.
scribbled on a slip of pink paper, almost as deep as her blush
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little talks
Randomi needed to write down almost everything he had said, to reassure myself that he had been real, that we were something that lasted; at least for a little while. - nina [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
