Under your skin
Feel my blood flow with yours
My heart beat with yours
Sharing this body as one
Save me as I save you
This skin holds enough room for two
Under my skin
I belong with you
As you belong with me
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"You're in the class so you must like art as well."
I looked at Xavier who was looking back at me in shock.
"What?"
"You starting a decent conversation with me, that's just different."
"Regretting it."
"Ight Ight. Yea, I draw a little. Not as raw as you. My real focus is basketball."
I nodded and sat back flipping to the page where I stopped reading in my book.
It was Thursday now and I won't lie. Xavier wasn't terrible to be around but that didn't mean I didn't have him figured out. Just like the other boys.
The library had turned into somewhat of a meeting spot. We wouldn't hold too many conversations, he would play subway surfer or listen to his music while I drew or read a book.
Him being in my space wasn't all that bad, it just became pointless to me to try and create bonds with people I knew I was never gonna see again. Especially men.... so I had to keep my eyes open.
It had been that way since middle school. But when I got to high school, it was back to back. If there's a record for best friends obtained in back to back, 12-month spans? I'm probably the title holder.
"So what's this book you thumbing through about?"
"It's a love story."
He scoffed and looked at me.
"You read love stories?"
"They both die in the end so....does that make it more applicable to my personality cues?"
He rolled his eyes at me before sitting up.
"Relax Thesaurus."
"There's nothing wrong extended vocabulary."
"I never said there was, but you gon stop tossing them shits out like you T.I."
I laughed to myself and flipped the page in my book.
"And why you reading something you know the ending of anyway?"
"I'm not a hoper. I don't like to read something not knowing the end, because I'll hope for something different."
"What's wrong with that?"
I put my book down and turned to him.
"I'm not a fan of disappointment. I know they die, therefore I can't read these chapters and start to imagine or fixate on how they're going to ride of into the sunset together and build a family."
"But the endings usually are the best part."
"Wrong, the climax and or plot twist is the best part. The ending it just that. And ending. A period, dictating that its over. Like rolling credits down a movie screen."
