You'd never understand baby boy

Chapter 2

You'd think you would be happy when you graduate. After all the "graduation party's" are over. And by that I mean the parties were the boys get lucky and the girls didn't want to give in. But hormones tend to take over your body. which could be good or bad. Good as in you both want to do the things your parents warned you about. Bad as in him wanting something you didn't. also speaking about the same type of party where you want to be partying but your stuck holding your friends hair up while she pukes out all the whiskey she's digested way to fast in the past hour.

I don't know, when the party's end, that's it. No one try's to stay in touch, once the party's are done so are friends. Everyone goes about with there lives in the real world. It's a selfish gesture I guess. this is when you have to get your shit together before you become a damn alcoholic. then when you do get it together. Summer's over by then and it's college time. My summer before college was good, and by that I mean like a broken Roller coaster. Up, down, left, right, upside down, then you fall off, and lay there, numb. Nothing but white. It's a lot to take in, I digested to many things in a few months.

My summer started off with me drinking away the days with "friends" and some guys who just wanted to see how far they could go before you zipped up your pants and said "oh no, it's midnight." I have work tomorrow morning." So he's left there in some plaid boxers and a condom ripped half way open, wondering what he did wrong. You know, the boys don't always play the girls. The girls play them too. but In different ways.

The boys find a girl, use the small little things to get into their heads. The "I love you's" the jewelry, let's not forget the cute off guard pictures of her doing her makeup followed by a "my girl!!" as the Instagram caption. Then as soon as the girl gets comfortable. He's gone, a flash of lighting. A beautiful sight for a small period of time.  He's found someone else. And he will repeat this game until it's happens to him.

The girls are more complicated. Sending mixed signals. They tease you until you can't take it, and you can only touch her when she wants you. she will do this until it drives you crazy. Then she will leave for some old friend that was a variety football player. then she wants you back, you don't want her, then you do. It's a mess really. But there's not a book on how to read girls. And even if there was, you'd get tired of reading it half way through. it's a tangled mess of screaming, crying and trying to make sure the blame isn't on her.

But in the end, every girl or boy has a weak spot. It may be completions, tone, that smile that could blind you. My weak spot is the way you speak to me. If you can get into my head and figure me out without me saying or doing much. there's no way i could resist you. Taking note of my movement, slang words, complimenting my flaws, and most of all knowing what I have been seeking for. My weak spots are my advantage points.

And that's what I found.