the eighteen year old guy #wattys2016

eighteen

my promotion was going to be on june nine and i really wanted to invite you. you were leaving and i slapped myself because i didnt have any balls to ask you, but then i shouted at you and you turned around.

i asked if you were doing something on thursday, june nine and you said no, why and i grinned and said that's the day of my promotion and you smiled and i asked you if you would come and you said totally.

just when i was about to come inside my house and do my happy dance, you shouted at me.

i asked what happen and the little gate was the only thing separating us.

if i leaned in just a little closer i would be able to reach your lips, obviously i would have to be on tippy toes.

and both of our breaths were mixes and you made me lock eyes with you, but i looked away, obviously.

you asked if it was a free entrance and i said no, you have to pay a hundred bucks and you smiled and said you would bring three hundred.

i squealed that entire day.