we've been pretending that our fight never happened. we need to.
him: holy shit, we're graduating in three days!
me: oh my god.
him: what?
me: i spent my whole year with an idiot!
him: i take offense to that.
me: i take offense to the fact that you got into college.
him: i can't help that you're sour over that still!
me: i applied before you! how'd you get your acceptance letter first?
him: i'm just a million times more brilliant and amazing.
me: ha. ha ha ha. i'm laughing so hard. good joke.
him: anyways - we're graduating! from high school! in three days!
me: oh, i hadn't noticed.
him: you're a comedian.
me: ...
him: ...
me: i really don't want to go...
him: i want to stay like this.
me: since we've met, i've realized that we both have the awful flaw of avoidance.
him: huh, i guess we do.
me: i want to avoid the universe until it bitch-slaps me in the face. you know what i mean?
him: i really do.
me: time moves too fast.
him: we need a flux capacitor to slow it down!
me: ...
him: i honestly have no idea how you spent most of the year listening to me.
me: did you get your yearbook yet?
him: still have to pick it up, actually.
me: got mine a week ago. filled it up with signatures.
him: but... i'm your only friend!
me: there's emily. and others.
him: bull.
me: the universe doesn't revolve around you, stupid.
him: i revolved around your mom last night.
me: ...
him: ...
me: that was weak, cooper.
him: and yet you still love me.
me: eh, every once in a while.
penned onto a school envelope
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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 ]
