1:45pm
She asks if we could go for a walk before the bell rings for the last period.
I agree. It's raining.
She has an umbrella that I'm holding.
"Open it," she says.
I open it, and I hold it up. She shoots me that smile of hers that I fell for the first time I saw her.
I turned red under my mask, and I acted as if it was nothing.
We walk under her umbrella, in the crying gray blanket sky.
We talk shit about the people that walk past us, and laugh at our own jokes.
We walk around school, and the rain is pouring.
My socks and shoes are wet, and my books are probably soaked too. But I don't care. I care that she doesn't get soaked in the rain.
She stands close to me, and I could feel her breath brushing against my ear. Tingling feeling runs down my spine, as butterflies form in my stomach.
I'm already gay panicking with her standing so close to me under her umbrella.
If she get's any closer-
*searches on google*
[ Can you die from gay panicking? ]
We walk to shelter, and we talk a bit with our other friends. When the bell rings.
YOU ARE READING
She and I
عاطفيةShe and I met on a trip to the Museum. She and I talked. She and I clicked. She liked me as a friend. I however, felt in a different way. A diary of my daily life with her. (Warning! ANNOYING AF)
