♀️ Late Night TalksTwo words to describe
AWKWARD. SILENCE.
Sitting next to each other. I don't know what to do.
I opened a can. Drank it all in one shot.
Ahhhhh! That taste good.
I opened another and drank it again.
He was only staring at me. Not saying anything
I looked at him as well
My vision started to blur. From 1 he became 2.
Am I drunk?
What beer did he bought?
Why is he not saying anything?
He texted me yet will sit at the other end of the sofa?
Cans piled up before I realized that was all mine.
I'm drunk with silence...and beer.
If he is not going to say anything, then I will.
"Are you hitting on me?"
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After 12am Is Dangerous
Teen FictionA flash fiction where love and confusion blooms after 12am