Just to write

SPOILERS FOR FIC PROJECT!!

Just 2 drafts from my fic lol.

I don't know what I'm doing, I'm only posting them early for feedback and because I am already rewritting it so yeah-

btw. I also wrote the poems. and they are extreamely bad. i wish I were joking.

1. 

✩01/02✩

Since forever, I've been reminded of you

Looking at the sky or the seas,

listening to the songs on the radio

I can't help but think of you-

How you brighten even the dullest of environments

with only the slightest movement of an eye

You radiate happiness-

the one I dream about making you feel one day

-A-

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"Ohhhh what is that?", asks Larry with a curious smirk on his face

"It's a poem, I found it in my locker this morning" I answer munching on another bite of my lunch

"Sick dude! Is it a love note?", Larry yelled making some people turn their heads. "Shhh don't be so loud you're going to wake him up" I whispered. "Wait- SAL RECEIVED A LOVE LETTER?" Ash whispered-yelled, "I mean, yes- maybe... kind off? I guess.", I replied, feeling my face and ears getting red.

There was a moment of silence from everyone at our table until suddenly the silence burst into indistinct chatter of people talking over one another about my new "secret admirer".

While they seemed really excited by this and thinking about who the writer could be, my mind was running with other types of thoughts (unfortunately).

Ever since I've seen the letter in my locker before the first period I couldn't stop thinking about it. "Who could've written it?" "Does someone actually like me?" "Is this a prank?", I couldn't think straight.

I mean is not that I don't think anyone would like me is just- Who am I kidding? It's probably a joke, I shouldn't get my hopes up. Who would even like me?

I mean I did know who I wanted the writer to be but... It couldn't be, could it? I mean he isn't even-

I look at the boy waking up from his nap on my shoulder, Travis Phelps.

Travis was a tall dark-skinned boy. But I'm not saying tall like; oh he is tall, I mean he is really tall. Like almost 6'2 tall (1 foot apart from my 5'2 short-ass). He is the tallest one in the gang, though he is also one of the lightest which makes him look deathly skinny. That is probably a side effect caused by the oftentimes he "forgets" to eat or bring lunch, dinner, breakfast and any other sort of meal. Sometimes things get so bad we have to nearly force him to eat something.

His natural hair is a dark 3c-4a hair type, but Kenneth makes him straighten and bleach it, although, unlike last year (where his hair was an extremely neon-yellow colour -which made it kinda hard to look at when the sun hit it) his hair was now a standard blond shade thanks to Ashley, Maple and Chug's help.

His roots were starting to show tho, so we will have to bleach them again soon, which is good because that means I can spend more time with him -unfortunately, it wasn't just the two of us, but it was still nice. His hair also grew a few inches longer. He confessed he wants to go and have full-on long hair (kinda like Larry's) but is leaving it as it is because otherwise if we let it get longer Kenneth would commence being a bitch about it.