saturday - 1:13 a.m.
it was nick throwing rocks at my window. when i peeped through the curtains he gestured for me to come down so i did.
it was only when i got out of the door that i realized that i was wearing my flannels. i closed my eyes in embarassment and you know what nick said? he said i looked cute. you would've never said that.
"i just wanted to give you my mixtape. i thought since you liked the songs you might wanna listen to them over the weekend." he said to me, handing over the cd.
i thanked him. he pulled me in for a tight hug and i enjoyed it, but you know what happened next?
he kissed me.
and i kissed him back.
after, i quickly ran back up the stairs and broke down on the backside of my door.
i cried because you probably won't even remember half of tonight. i cried because on monday we'd go back to pretending like we were never friends or more than that. i cried because i like nick. i cried because nick kissed me and i couldn't even be happy about it because of you.
do you see it now? you fucking ruin everything.
i hate you.
Aide
p.s.
i have so much more to say but i'd rather stay up and listen to the mixtape nick gave me rather than write a letter to some guy who won't even remember giving me a hug.
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author's note:
I SHIP IT
also, this is dedicated to lily because i'm in love with infinite dreams. :)
xoxo,
daisy
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Short Story"maybe i fucking hate you because you said you loved me back when you didn’t" ➴ lower case intended © troubhle 2014
