He was the cool one. The one who was always level-headed.
I, however, am just a disaster waiting to happen.
I always speak in large words and make as little sense as possible.
He always knew just what to say.
I wanted to be like him. Calm, cool, collected.
He had everything he wanted.
I was, in a sense, jealous. Jealous that he could do everything I couldn't.
He had that air of confidence, almost like saying, "hey, look at me. I'm hot, cool, funny, and I know it."
It was frustrating in a sense.
But not enough to make me hate him when I should have.
Signing off,
Evan.
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Abuse And A Moose
General Fictionhe never asked for anything and he asked for anything other than this "This really is unforgettable." "But I wanted nothing more than to forget you." •••••••• hey not a fan fic but still gay not voted for anything
