Nomi And Her Thoughts

Thoughts she will never know

We are bored. Very bored. We aren't doing much. Just sitting around and staring into space. Thinking about nothing in particular. Well, I'm bored. I don't know about her though. She always looks interested in something. I can tell. She has a glint in her honey eyes. A small, perplexed grin across her face. You can barely notice it, but I can. Her head tilts slightly to the side. Usually left. She often mumbles so quietly you can barely hear it, as if she is having a conversation with herself.

She never catches me. I always look away right before she turns her head to give me a toothy grin. She never realizes how I look at her with complete adoration. Taking in every detail from her slightly frizzy hair to the color of her spunky socks that day. She never hears my silent cries for her to notice me the way I notice her. And she probably never will. Will she?

Now I am not bored. In fact, I am intrigued by the magnificent girl sitting hunched over next to me. I look down to our feet and sigh. Her ratty converse rest on the concrete stoop my pleather boots only inches away. I'm not vegetarian and she isn't either. We just don't agree with killing animals and not using as much as you can. Hence my pleather boot. I place my hands on my lap. My black nail polish is in its final stage before I use nail polish remover to rub off whatever is left. I often pick at my nails when I'm nervous. There won't be any polish left much longer. She makes me nervous, but in the good way. The way that makes you giddy with joy. The way that makes you want to break into song. The way that I'm feeling right now.

Of course I don't break into song. I don't want her to judge me. Not that she will. She loves me too, but not the way I love her. Oh. I love her in every way imaginable. I won't tell her why I love her. Not past the "you're a great friend" and the "you really get me" because that's not all. I also love the passion I sense when she talks about the things she loves. Her twisted sense of humor. Her ability to always cheer me up with her sarcastic comments about society. Our shared love of music. The way she looks pretty even when she begs to differ.

Here we are. Not bored anymore. She's contemplating god knows what and I'm just thinking of her. We sit together on the steps to her dad's apartment building. I look at the cars driving past us. There is a light breeze traveling through Brooklyn. We sit together and take it all in.

Well, hi kiddos. I hope you enjoyed this. I don't know who I was writing about but oh well. I don't even know where the inspiration came from to write. I'm glad it did though. Haha I think I'm gonna go now an play some stuff on the guitar. By stuff I mean MCR songs that I will never be able to play well because frank and ray are amazing...Adios bitches

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