he's different. or maybe i am.
him: hey, nina!
me: ...
him: what?
me: i think that's the first time in months.
him: ... what?
me: you called me nina.
him: oh, sorry princess. didn't know you liked that name.
me: i don't.
him: you do.
me: ...
him: ...
me: maybe a little.
him: hah! i knew it!
me: i only said that so you'd stop looking at me funny.
him: pft, that's my normal stare!
me: cooper, you're not normal.
him: it's nice to pretend.
me: you're a weirdo.
him: your mom's a weirdo.
me: ...
him: i'll run back to my seat now and choose not to copy your math homework.
me: good.
him: see ya later, princess!
me: ... he's something else...
written on the back of an old homework assignment
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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 ]
