he acts like it never happened. why?
him: want to skip science today?
me: no.
him: come on! we have to!
me: no cooper, we don't.
him: don't "no cooper" me!
me: ugh, fine. why do you want to skip today? it better be a good reason, my parents have been on my case about skipping.
him: well... i wanted to bring you with me.
me: where?
him: on a trip to the janitor's closet for a round of one-on-one...
me: ...
him: ... ping-pong.
me: what?
him: i found a ping pong ball in the janitor's closet!
me: why...? never mind.
him: so you'll come?
me: maybe.
him: i knew you loved me.
me: oh, shut up. i hate you.
him: just keep telling yourself that, princess.
me: don't worry, i will.
scrawled onto a stray piece of sheet music.
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little talks
Randomi needed to write down almost everything he had said, to reassure myself that he had been real, that we were something that lasted; at least for a little while. - nina [ © jude rigor two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
