"Friends read each other's crappy Wattpad stories."
L.
"There's this one boy that is cute in our history. I think."
"Wow, who?"
"The guy that sits in front of the window."
"Who?"
"The one with the really nice hair"
"I still don't know who."
Never mind.
E.
It was time.
I wanted to share my feelings.
I wanted to express them fully.
Not like last time where I suppressed them just to appear stoic.
I told her the whole story.
The dream.
The secret glance every other day.
The hoodie.
The paper.
It felt good having someone who understands.
The excitement of every glance, eye contact, accidental touch is shared.
YOU ARE READING
M.
General Fictionjust to document a nonexistent relationship. very uncool. very unexciting. maybe fantasy. maybe not all about you. might be crazy. might be about you.
