Beauty and resilience is all I see when I look across the room. Niyah, my wonderful best friend, has lived next door for as long as I can remember. She's currently sprawled out on my bed listening to music. She is in to this weird kind of Korean music I don't understand, but it's really cute when she sings and dances to it. She literally doesn't understand how beautiful she is. Her eyes sparkle when she talks about anything she is passionate about. Her body is absolutely perfect, she thinks she's fat, but she is really perfect. I could talk about how wonderful she is for hours. She's probably kill me if she could read my mind. She isn't in to me. There's no way anyone as perfect as her could like me. She literally could literally push me off a bridge and I'd thank her. "Lucas! Did you even hear me?" Niyah literally screamed at me.
"No. What? Huh?" I questioned.
"Do you think I should go to a school dance this year?" She asked.
"If you want" I replied lazily.
She threw her self back onto the bed with a big huff.
"You are literally no help" she sighed and went back to her music.
I'd love to go to a dance with her. I'd sweep her right off her feet. I'd dance with her all night long and look deeply into her eyes while my hands rest gently against her delicate hips. At then end of the night, I'd walk her to her door and we'd share a perfect kiss.
