songs
in the night - the weeknd
don't wait up - robert delong
doomed - bring me the horizon
lifted up (1985) - passion pit
//
"should i have left?" i ask kit and then proceed to take a bite out of my bagel.
"dunno," he shrugs.
"-fanks for the a-si-tance" i literally spit back. some cream cheese definitely came out of my mouth on assistance...
"no, thank you I understand so much more about polarization," kit leans across the table, closer to my face, "and why opposites attract."
I swallow, slightly out of embarrassment, mostly for my bagel, and feel my ears turning red.
"mhm yep polarization. real important things to remember, well i'm going to go now. good to see you. buh bye now."
"geez, i was joking. come back would ya?" he looks so sad that i feel compelled to at least finish eating my bagel.
he grins, showing a dimple in his right cheek. why can't i just not notice cute things about this boy?
"so is cleo okay with all of this?" kit asks me before taking a sip of his coffee. that should have been something i asked...
i slowly chew my bagel before responding, "i have no idea... and that's bad isn't it?"
"i can't judge you, clarence. you just need to talk with her if it's important to you. and thank me for how generously awesome i am."
"thanks but i'd rather throw up."
"it was worth a shot."
the longer i sit here the more i start to wonder if i really stayed because i felt bad. i glance up at kit, who seems to be studying me. if i'm being honest, i'm a tad bit afraid of him. this boy can read me too well for someone i barely know. he reminds me too much of alex.
his dark blue eyes and black currant scent wafting towards me is too much and i slam my eyes shut, as tight as i can, until i see fuzziness dancing through the black. it's only been a month and i'm finding myself considering liking a barely friend, hell i kissed this boy.
"hey," his hand rests on my head, "i think i know what you're thinking about and you don't need to worry. i'm only here as a friend."
then why does the rejection hurt so much?
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school started and it's a little more than i can handle at the moment... thank you for your patience (:
it's so weird to not go to school with my friends anymore and i'm having difficulty meeting people with common interests...
YOU ARE READING
since.
Short Story// since he's been gone, there's a cold side of the bed. since he left, I don't know how to handle myself. since he died, I died a little too. \\
