The Bucketlist

The Bucketlist

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He reached down to the paper that fell out of her pocket. It looked old, as if it has been unfolded many times. -Excuse me? You dropped that.- It would've been nothing more than that. He looked at it. He thought about it. She was gone. -It's just a piece of paper anyways.- But it sure as hell wasn't. It seemed loved. It seemed important. He unfolded it. // 1. Sneak out × 2. Go to a festival × 3. Roadtrip × 4. Get a tattoo 5. Save a life 6. Kiss in the rain 7. Kill a snowman in Canada 8. Work at Starbucks 9. Own a shitload of flannels × 10. Organize a wedding 11. Get really drunk × 12. Steal a streetsign × 13. Do a graffiti 14. Get an apartement with Bailey 15. Finish this list // He folded the paper again and put it into the pocket of his black denim jacket, where it was burried along with keys and a strip of gum. Then he followed his friend to the exit.
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"It's because Im in love with you" He says, with a straight face. Not even cracking a smile. I cant help but to laugh at his remark, staring at his serious face. Hes putting a lot into this act. He would never just admit it like that. "No you're not," I tell him after my fit of laughter. I pull at his cheek once before patting it with a smirk, "We just had sex," "And now I love you," He says, immediately after. "We were both desperate," I respond, finally deciding not to pay him any mind. I grab my rag off the counter top, wiping off the spot he is at and continuing down the bar. "I love you" He calls out as I get farther away. I don't react, keeping my back to him and ignoring his shenanigans, stilling scrubbing down the bar. "I said I love you," He calls out again, louder. I can hear his chair scrape the ground and I can see he starts to follow me from the opposite side of the bars. "Do you hear me? I love you" He yells over the noise in the bakery. -- "It's because Im in love with you" I tell him, seriously. "No you're not," He responds simply, "Because then you wouldn't leave me," "You know I love you," I plead, crossing my arms across my chest, "I wouldn't just do this to you, Tony," My arms are folded on my chest but I want nothing more than to wrap them around him and hold him for a second longer. He pulls further away from me, his hands raking over his face, before they drop in his lap. "You were using me," He says softly. Like a moment of realization hit. "No, I love you." I tell him again, unconsciously reaching for his hand for comfort for the both of us. He pulls it back, standing up and not giving me a second glance before he walks off from me. My jaw drops. "I said I love you," I call out from behind him. "Do you hear me? I love you," *** Friends and benefits could never hurt a childhood friendship. Could it? How far will this go? What is there to expect?

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