I wrote a statement about the whole youth thing, which you know.
On my way down the stairs I was alone (it was in the middle of class) and I had already seen you twice that day and that was enough. So, walking down the stairs alone, after having to write every detail of the whole ordeal down. And who do I run into?
You of course!
You stared at me like I was a piece of dirt of your shoe. Like you wanted me gone and dead in a ditch.
Well, firstly, good luck trying. And secondary, if you are planning my death then make it less obvious love.
You took the steps 3 at a time to get past me, no comments, no nothing. I was surprised you didn't push me down the stairs in all honesty.
But I make sure I'm with people 24/7 son like I said, good luck trying sweetheart.
