Why Don't You Just Kiss Me Then.

I Like Matt

R5. . .

I laughed, my stomach jumping up and down with gasps. I was feeling a little loony that night, and when Thomas found the baby channel on TV I couldn't stop laughing. "Jeez. You're acting like a pregnant lady." I wouldn't stop laughing. That night we were (attempting) to stay up until twelve to listen to our favorite band R5's new album. I shrug and point at the tv, wiping tears from my eyes. Then, with a quick burst of realization, I let out a scream/ sob and breathed hard. "I'm so excited." I whined to Thomas. This was hardcore fangirl life.
Now I knew Thomas wouldn't stay up until midnight, he never could. He would sleep hard through the night, his latest hour being eleven, and wake up around seven. Then he'd have energy to last him one full day, and he'd begin the cycle over again. It was ridiculous. I wish that I could sleep like Thomas does.
Tom fell asleep right on time, around 10:50. I looked over and saw that his face was placid and his body relaxed, slow and even breaths making his frame rise and fall like the ocean breaking on sand. I smiled a little and snuggled into the same pillow he rested on, unintentionally. I'll wake him up at midnight.

I watched TV and waited impatiently to hear the beautiful music, practically crying. I looked over Thomas's placid face, admiring his features. Then I realized my heart was fluttering and I bit my lip to keep it from flying out. I thought for a while, and leaned towards his face. I hovered over him, working my back muscles. I knew he wouldn't wake up, but I still tried to make my breaths as slow and unnoticeable as possible. I was so close that I could feel his warmth lightly touch my cheeks. I got as close as possible without contact, my heart running a marathon. I wanted to close the gap for two reasons:
One, my back hurt really bad
Two, my back hurt really bad. . . right?
I brushed my cheek lightly against his and he scrunched up his nose in his sleep, refusing to be woken up. I bit my lip, here we go. . . .

"THOMAS WAKE YOUR LAZY SELF UP AND LISTEN TO THIS ALBUM!" I screamed. His eyes snapped open, and he almost fell off my bed, my closeness alarming him. I laughed and found I tunes quickly as Thomas says sleepily, "You scared me, Lama." My eyes widened as I press on one of the many tracks repeatedly, trying desperately to get it to play. We listened to the songs while I cried, downloaded them, and immediately fell asleep. I do not like Thomas. I like Matt.

And that's the end of it.

HahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHJSJAJSJSKAHAHWKKS HAHA YOU REALLY THOUGHT SOMETHING WAS GONNA HAPPEN THATS FUNNY

you know I love you guys, right?

R5 IS LIFE OMG LISTEN TO THEM OR DATE ME AND TRUST ME YOU DONT WANT THAT ILL BE CLINGY AND MAKE YOU BUY ME THINGS AND GIVE YOU A PAGER AND EVERYTHING.

Lunatic r5er out ✌️