I don't know why I decided to talk to him in the first place. I just don't care enough to keep up the effort of ignoring him and ignoring him alone.
At the end of lunch, he stands up, but before he can leave, I stop him. "Wait," I say, grabbing his wrist.
This feels right. Everything about this. I stopped him because it felt right for him to stay a minute longer, and I grabbed his wrist because it also felt right.
Since when does everything fit together like a damn puzzle? That's so cliche- it nearly physically pains me.
He raises an eyebrow at me, the way he always does. I've never understood how one can manipulate their eyebrows so intensely. "What?" He asks, yet he's not pulling at my grip on him--I know he could easily get me off of him if he wanted to.
"Just wait a second," I repeat to him, looking for that right feeling again.
Everything feels right until it doesn't, and that's when I let go of his wrist. "That's all," I say, sliding my notebook into my backpack and slinging it over my shoulder. I begin to walk away, not bothering to check his reaction.
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unreadable // south park - firkle x ike
Fanfiction"It's funny that he seems to know the perfect place to avoid people in a place full of people, yet he doesn't seem to realize that he's my best friend." // no update schedule, but i'm trying my best
