little talks

[ 40 ]

there are no right words for him.

him: you don't have to gape, i know i'm lovely.

me: what the hell...?

him: you're just jealous!

me: why are you wearing a skirt?

him: that's a long story.

me: and the make up?

him: should i start from the beginning?

me: please do.

him: you know emily donahue, right?

me: yeah, she's a family friend. and occasional partner in crime, as you know.

him: she walked up to me in homeroom yesterday, while you were at the office.

me: okay, and?

him: she told me there was a huge bet going around the senior class.

me: this can only end badly.

him: about, er, thirty kids placed money on me.

me: ...

him: she said if i dressed like a woman today, all of them would donate forty bucks to the breast cancer foundation. emily's aunt has it, yanno. hence the skirt.

me: you're ridiculously kind.

him: my hair isn't really pink though. that's a wig.

me: it was a nice touch.

him: sent a selfie to my mom this morning and she sent back a picture of the coffee she'd spat all over her desk.

me: oh god.

him: first time we've been like that in a while, it was nice.

me: want to talk about it?

him: not particularly. 

me: okay, it's good.

him: enough about me. you still home alone?

me: yeah, they've been gone since after prom. left after they took pictures. i emailed those to you, by the way.

him: my personal favorite was the one where you gave me bunny ears as i casually gave you moose antlers.

me: same! i hung it up on my bedroom wall instead of the formal one.

him: you rebel.

me: i hope no one gives you shit over your clothes today.

him: nah. got a man hug from a football player on my way in. this lax guy high-fived me too. 

me: you have this alien ability to make everyone around you so happy.

him: ...

me: you're right, i am jealous.

so many trees killed for her memories.