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She's been writing me back all day, even to my simple replies I risked and said like "oh" and she still uttered a conversation. I think I'll pop the questions or add some hints. Sooner or later I think she'll be convinced. Her name is Danny and she's fucking hot. Her personality is golden, her attitude is stolen, trying to refrain from rhyming but it just happens to roll in.
I asked if she wanted to go to the skate park, she said, maybe. I was going there anyway I pop up daily. I was happily skating. She didn't arrive soon and my heart ached and I waited..it was around 5:00 and I came at like 2:00, starting to think that maybe wasn't a solid yes. I was so pissed, I was in stress.
My name is Bobby Toad and I'm known for not taking any shit , I have blond hair and green skin and grew up in the slums. I don't have a family, I don't consider people friends, I just try to connect with girls and fuck in the end. Yeah it may sound rude, but I feel there's much more to it. Nothing else makes me feel more human..or whatever I am, some chicks like a freak show. I went home at 7ish and blew up her phone with aggravated text messages.
Arranged to meet in a park tomorrow but this time she came for sure , we sat on the bleachers and the sun felt good.
"What's up with yesterday?" Bobby
"I didn't do much, hanging with friends." Danny
"We were supposed to hang though."
Bobby
"I was with friends, sorry." Danny
My blood boiled and I looked her in the face until she felt awkward.
"I said maybe anyway." Bobby
Maybe... I felt I should be a priority too, we're friends as well no? I loved her large eyes and elongated curly red locs of hair. The word; maybe, it killed me and made the gears in my heart stop.
"Maybe I should kill you.." Bobby
She gave me that look , she knows I'm physically superior compared to her.
"I'm going home now you killed my mood." Danny
I didn't let her go, when I grabbed her arm and brought her back to my chest I know she felt the heart that beat only for her. I held my forearm pressed against her mouth and boy were they soft. She tried to utter a squeal and I know she was scared. She wasn't much to put up a fight. I lowered my forearm to her throat and jerked back abruptly, crushing it.
Words can't explain how I felt when her tears hit my arms. I took her lifeless body with me home which was a challenge in public. Loved her too much to still not try. She looked so beautiful forever asleep. Made me wish I did it sooner.
"That's my definition of maybe, your should have chosen your words closely.. I don't care how you put it." Bobby
