The stars on my ceiling sparkle—
Along with an outrageous amount of glitter.
Our hips bump and grind as we glue fake eyelashes on,
Correcting one another's eyeliner.
I pop my lips together.
The goal is to be stunning, but not sticky.
Sticky results in red teeth,
No one wants that.
Do you think Jorge will notice me tonight?
The dude's got to be blind if he doesn't see you.
You are my ride or die, bitch.
I smile, but it's fake.
I can't believe he invited us!
She jumps up and down in excitement.
I smile—it's real.
Her boobs jiggle.
I open my phone.
There is a text from Big D.
You are coming tonight, right?
I'm waiting.
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Daydreamers, A Poem✔️
Poesía[Completed] Willow May is trying to survive high school- Without her best friend knowing she loves her; But one night, she records a love confession and- Accidentally sends it to everyone. Suddenly, her complicated love life becomes tragic. This...
