What day is it? And in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time
~*~
He laid there in his quiet house staring at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep. How could he? Especially in the state he was in.
He wanted you, needless to say that was way out of character for his thoughts; but was there nevertheless.
To feel your soft body against his, to taste your sweet skin, to feel your succulent lips move rhythmically against his own.
God help his decent state of mind so over forbid he rush into your room and take you for his own.
But you were negligent toward his existence. He hated that....that you could just easily ignore him.
How he desperately tried for your attention, to just look his way. Yet it was inevitable for him, and unbeknownst to you.
He turned onto his side sighing heavily, biting his lip at the thought.
Oh how he wanted his fantasy to become reality.
~*~
'Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you
~*~
There you were, sitting with your friends in the cafeteria of the mall. You would always come here with them on the weekends, shop a little and then sit at the food court, across from the store he worked at.
His eyes latched onto your figure as you laughed at something one of your friends said. He wished he could make you laugh like that. He sighed. There he went frustrating himself again.
Suddenly his step brother, Alfred, came up to him. "Ya know you look like a creep staring at _____ like that right?" The Canadian rolled his eyes, glaring at his obnoxious brother.
"Shut up Al!" He grumbled. "What do you want anyways? Can't you see I'm busy?" The American's laugh rang throughout the air, annoying him deeply.
"Dude, stalking a girl doesn't seem all that busy to me." He remarked, smirking. Matthew blushed and glared at him.
"Calm down bro, why don't you just go over and talk to her?" He asked. The Canadian boy sighed.
"It’s not that easy. You can talk to any girl if you wanted to Al. Me? I'm invisible. What makes you think _____ would notice me if half the whole school didn't know I exist?"
Alfred shrugged slurping on his coke he happened to be carrying. "Not everyone can be as awesome and cool as I am lil brah!" He boasted.
Matthew rolled his eyes crossing his arms. "Ugh, whatever" Alfred sighed. "Dude, it was just a joke. Anyway you'll be surprised if you just try to talk to her."
"What do you think I've been trying to do?!" He threw his arms in the air. The obnoxious teen held his hands up in defense.
"Calm down bro, _____ is a pretty busy girl and has a lot of things to do. So maybe all of the times you've tried were just bad timing." He explained.
For once, something that Al said made sense. The Canadian boy leaned forward interested. "Let's say I can help you out bro."
"And how would you be able to do that?" Alfred chuckled at the blonde’s desperation. "I have my ways lil bro! So don't worry about it."
