i miss you when i can't sleep or right after coffee or right when i can't eat
i miss you in my front seat
still got sand in my sweaters from nights we don't remember
do you miss me like i miss you?
fucked around and got attached to you
friends can b...
you could hear thunder and lightning loud and clear, and we made it to chelsea's pretty damp due to the sprinkling. we approached the door laughing, and chelsea looked up at me and smiled. i decided to make a move and leaned in. thank god she leaned in as well. we kissed for about 5 seconds. she pulled away and chuckled. we walk inside, but left the door open because chelsea wanted to watch. we'd get sick a lot doing this, but i'd do it with her if it meant making her happy. it reminded me of when we were kids.
chelsea's mom was at work, so we were alone. we go up to her room, but obviously not to do the nasty. chelsea pulled out a glass pipe and her secret stash of weed.
"want a hit?" she asks me
i give her a concerned look.
"i'm sorry. look, it's a problem, and i know you only want what's best for me, so i'll try to quit"
chelsea put the pipe and weed away in a box and locked it. she gave me the key, and smiled. i smiled at her.
we were both sitting criss-crossed on her bed, and we were close to eachother's faces, just smiling.
"it's winter break, right? what are you doing in two days?" i ask
"i'm not sure" she replies
"well, i got you vip tickets to the magcon shows, all three. hopefully you can come."
"you didn't have to, but i'll definitely be there" she smiled
"let's take a selfie!" i say
i post it to twitter.
"she is cayuteeeee (we're not dating)(i've known her for 10 years)"
"it's getting a little late, i should get going" i say as i get up.
"you can spend the night if you want"
"i don't wanna be too much trouble"
"no trouble at all, i have a big bed"
chelsea made the cheesiest winky face ever, and i laugh. i pretend to go out the door, but i turn around and tackle her on her bed. she laughs as i hug her waist. she goes on her phone for a couple minutes until she gets up to change.
"i'm gonna get some clothes" i say. i run next door and announce that i'm spending the night. i change into pajamas. i run back and up the stairs. a couple seconds later, she comes out of the bathroom.
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she comes back in pajamas, a messy bun, no makeup, and in her little clubmaster glasses. i always liked her like this. she turns on her tv and throws me a wii remote. i already knew we were about to play her favorite: mario kart. she was competitive with this. she'd always beat me though, i sucked. i watched her play, and it was so cute. i noticed she still curled her toes and leaned to turn.
it was currently midnight, and chelsea and i decide to film some musical.lys. chelsea recorded us while i attempted to twerk, she was always better than me.
"she finna oh go bes fren thas my bes fren thas my bes fren oh you betta"
we laugh. she made a lot of cute, funny faces in it. i love that; she's not afraid to look ugly on camera. i mean, she could never look ugly. we had a lot of deep talks consisting of our love lives and more.
it was currently 5am, and chelsea was falling asleep. i take off my shirt and get under the covers and cuddle her. she turned, and she was facing me now. she rolled onto my chest, and i smiled. i kissed her forehead and went to sleep.
7am
i hear a camera go off, so i wake up. chelsea's mom took a picture of us. i was cuddling her.
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"could you send that to me?" i whisper in my raspy voice. amy nodded, and i thank her, and she leaves.
12pm
"wake up!" i get a pillow to the face. chelsea was straddling me. "let's go get food"
"alright" i say "but first"
"what?"
i grab the pillow i'm lying on and hit her with it
"ow!" she laughs. i hug her, and take her down with me. "hunter!" she yelled into the pillow, muffled.
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"i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i'm sorry" i laugh as i continue to hug her while rocking.
we walk to mcdonald's in our pajamas.
"OH MY GOD, IT'S HUNTER" i hear a girl scream to her friends "AND THERE'S CHELSEA" she runs up and asks for a pic "I SHIP CHUNTER SO HARD"
"NO HUNTSEA" the second girl said
the last girl walked up to me and took a selfie with just me. "that fat, ugly cow doesn't deserve you"
"can i see our photo?" i ask. she gives me her phone, and i delete our picture. "thanks, it's nonexistant now. also, if anything, i don't deserve chelsea" and with that, chelsea and i walk back home with our food.
"i'm sorry, chels" i say
"for what? it doesn't phase me"
"that's good"
we got home and pigged out. i couldn't wait until our show.
