universal one shots

part 2 | hims and hers

Hers pov

All this talk about the ideal boy
Its pain, of sorts

The flipping of magazines
The smell of perfume
Their glossy manicured fingers pointing out what they think is 'hot'
I

don't think its hot, but then again

I don't think about it much

They start squealing for some cute picture and I smile.

I pick up one, and come face to face with a way too showy bikini

I blink past it the page, uncomfortable

But whenever I see her...

It drives me insane.
My face is an incinerator
My knees betray me and make me want to go the other way
My mouth, trained to make her laugh, now goes silent

Why can't I talk about boys like they do?
Talk about how I want them to be funny
To be a huge wierdo

What am I thinking?

I'll only be stuck with these people my entire life
So I'll be lonely
Look at them

They know what they want
Having that luxury of knowing who you are

its fucking infuriating.

I smack the floppy excuse for a book and run outside
Her almost chasing me out.