"i guess your house
doesn't have much of a view anyway," i teased.
"it's not my fault my parents can't afford
a mansion right on the waterfront.
don't blame me for their shortcomings, "
he responded lightly.
i laughed softly.
"but, honestly,
your house does have the worst view.
all you see is the roof of the middle school."
"it's a constant reminder of the horror
that was 6th through 8th grade," he went on.
"you did have that horrible haircut,
i remember," i said.
he groaned.
"and it was the infamous era of your
oversized nike basketball shorts," i continued.
"yeah, we get it.
i was an awkward twelve year old boy
with subpar fashion sense.
but i turned out pretty great,
you have to admit."
i rolled my eyes.
"you're alright."
"while we're on the topic of middle school,
i just happened to recall that time
at the eighth grade promotion dance--"
"oh god, please don't remind me."
he smirked.
"fine, i won't tonight. but who knows
when it might come up again."
"hopefully never," i said.
he looked over at me, his expression mischievous
as his lips formed a large grin.
"oh it will, someday.
maybe at a graduation party,
or at a football game,
or maybe even prom."
"you better not talk about it at prom," i threatened.
"you can't ruin another school dance for me."
he sighed.
"fine, i won't say anything at prom,
but i will guarantee that
i will retell the story for everyone to hear,
at some point during the year,
just to see the look on your face.
you're welcome."
i flashed him a fake smile.
"wow, thank you,
you're such a great friend."
"i know, i know,
you don't need to rub it in."
i shook my head, and he laughed quietly,
his keys jingling as he spun them around his finger.
"i should get going soon," he said,
his gaze still holding onto the stars.
"yeah, i know you need your beauty sleep," i teased.
"ha, ha. very funny. but just because you don't sleep,
doesn't mean everyone else does," he answered.
i paused.
most people knew i didn't get much sleep,
seeing as i drank an insane amount of coffee each day,
but i did not choose to be like this.
and while he knew that i spent most of the night awake
instead of dreaming,
he did not know why.
but i guess that's a story for another night.
// a.n. i am actually so sorry that it took me ages to update. i've been so caught up with school that i haven't had any time to write. but during the summer i'll be updating much more often. but, again, i'm so so sorry that it took me this long to post, and i hope you like the story so far!!
random question: what is your favorite book? (on wattpad or a published book)
i probably asked this already but //
