but everyday when i walk in i see the corners of his mouth trying to hide shy smiles. he gets them too. and now when he sees me, he gets the smiles that you have to bite your lip to stop from spreading across your whole face so you dont look like a grinning idiot.

(&really, i dont fucking mind being a grinning idiot over you, boy.)

i told him that he's never home & he said what? im always home. but his lines are always busy - -- & i said so. and yes, he agreed.

well, you should (fucking) call me then. & i said it.

he brings out the shy quiet side of me. its kind of nice.

he's not who you think he is and i wish i could tell you.

& i still like to think he can hear it when i whisper.

& fuck this. i hate every night going to sleep thinking about him.

how every time the phone rings i'm hoping its him.

(but reallyreallyreally, i love it.)

im thinking im going to do something big or little or something or nothing. you know, something like that.

kiss me before i die, okay. before you go to college. before this goes away.

i like boys with the cars that go boom.

and the way this makes me feel. (download pretty girl right the fuck now & know what i mean).

im going to write letters & make cover pages & funstuff.

& i always look in my rearview mirror, seeing the people passing by.

ive got gummi bears & the world is with me (red stoplights never fucking stopped me.)

i love driving. pick you up at eight? we're going to a show & roadtrip & i asked him about mix tapes & cds & such & he has none.

lets think up a clever way to go about this.


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