We had our quiz bee today, Parker. And I absolutely hated the feeling of being useless while the game was ongoing. I had absolutely no idea how to get the degree measurement of the vertex angle if the coordinates were 6 and 10. I had no idea how to get the degree measurement of the fourth quadrant in cos x sin. I had absolutely nothing to do but watch like the rest of the audience, when in fact I was a participant in the game.
However, maybe you didn't notice, but I was staring at you while I was sitting down on the opposite side of the court. And I was watching how you studiously put down the formulas installed in your brain, your brows scrunched together as you tried to figure out the simplified form of the complex fractions we were having.
My team lost, Parker, and I felt really bad about that. Maybe if I had advanced studied all the way up to the last level lessons of Math the night before, maybe I could've helped. But no, all I could do was watch like an idiot.
What saved me, though, was the fact that it was your team who won. Not Kale's, not Josh's, but yours. And in a way, that was kind of like a victory to me, too. At least it was you who had won.
And the shirt. You borrowed my shirt before the game started since it was blue, and you were part of the Blue Team. You tossed it back to me right after the game, and up until now it's right beside me, all wrinkled from my continuous snuggling.
Is that already considered as an obsession? I can't say for sure. Perhaps it is, perhaps it is not.
Maybe I'll wear it tomorrow when I go to Dance Club. Scratch that, I am going to wear it for two plausible reasons. One, it has your scent on it and I can bet that I'll be content wearing it all day tomorrow, and two, that's my last clean Foundation shirt, and seeing as the school doesn't allow any other shirts but white ones (which I don't have) and Foundation ones, then I guess I'll have to make do with it.
So thank you. In a way, you saved me from lapsing into a very terrible mood, and perhaps even made me happy. Simple things like these make me happy.
You make me happy.
But I guess you already know that.
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RomanceI'll say it right here, Parker. Though I reply to your I love you with an equally warm-hearted I love you too, somewhere deep inside of me, I doubt if I really do love you. Yes, only you can make me feel this way - so emotional and so messed-up insi...