"You,ve got your tounge peirced anyway. You're in your high tops any day. Your skinny jeans anyway. You and your fit friends anyway. I'd take them all out anyday. They've all got backcombs anyway. They've all got boyfriends anyway."
As I lay next to you in bed, I tried to make a mental list of all of the reasons I might love you. I couldn't. I tried to envision a future with you. I couldn't. This wasn't love. This was sex. There was no future. I wanted a future. Something more than sneaking around. A life worth more than sex in rundown motels. As I looked at you, I couldn't help but notice the way you're exactly like your friends. Similar clothing. Similar hairstyles. Tongue piercings. I realized what led me to you wasn't your originality, but the similarities between you and everyone else. As I said a final goodbye to you, I saw sadness in your eyes. As I walked away you asked me to stay. I almost did, but she's got a boyfriend anyway.
(A\N)
Last chapter! I finished writing this months ago, but I procrastinate too much. I will miss this story, and I hope you've enjoyed it. Now that it is summer I will try writing more and posting more regularly.(:
