The first bit of writing I've done in about...a year
I was bored today so I went and bought GossipGirl (quite possibly the
most addicting books ever) and then decided to write. Yeah, I'm
cool like that
You can't help but feel good as your heart starts to flutter and he
places an arm around your waist. Smile for the camera, say
cheese. You take a walk and he kisses you. Never mind that
both of you are drunk and everything is fumbling and awkward. In
your eyes it's sweet. You like him and he has kissed you so
obviously he wants you too. So you don't mind it as he guides
your hand and then later your face down there
After all, you like each other, right?
But after its done and he doesn't even kiss you good-bye, you start to
wonder. You stay up that night thinking of him and all the
what-if's that creep into your mind. He doesn't call and leaves
town a few days later. You don't eat for three days straight
after that.
But then he does call. Not you, but your best friend. You
get together the night he comes home. It's one o'clock, you're
past your curfew but you don't care because obviously he wants to be
with you. That would explain the condom in his hand, so obviously he
likes you too. And even as you are saying "no" and making up
excuses, in the back of your mind you really want to say yes.
Because nothing has ever felt as good as his arms around your body and
his mouth on yours. But you say no and then give him a kiss on
the cheek as he closes the door. You don't eat for two days again
afterwards, but can't stop smiling because you feel that this is
it - that sort of summer fling or romance or whatever
you want to call it that everyone writes and talks and dreams about.
But it's not. His friends are friends with yours but he ignores
you every time you see each other. You stop eating again but
thats O.K because obviously something is wrong with you, and not
him . You cry and fume and complain and the find
out from his friends that not only has he used you for "some ass" but
that he likes your friend. So you go off with some other boy at a
party but only kiss beacuse now you know that even though guys will
kiss you and mkae your heart stutter, it doesn't mean he likes
you. No, it doesn't mean that at all.
Let me know what you think, please. I realize that I'm v. rusty
at this whole writing thing, and of course I couldn't think of anything
else besides me and this Boy that I used to have a crush on, but I'd
like to know how I'm doing...
~Steph
most addicting books ever) and then decided to write. Yeah, I'm
cool like that
You can't help but feel good as your heart starts to flutter and he
places an arm around your waist. Smile for the camera, say
cheese. You take a walk and he kisses you. Never mind that
both of you are drunk and everything is fumbling and awkward. In
your eyes it's sweet. You like him and he has kissed you so
obviously he wants you too. So you don't mind it as he guides
your hand and then later your face down there
After all, you like each other, right?
But after its done and he doesn't even kiss you good-bye, you start to
wonder. You stay up that night thinking of him and all the
what-if's that creep into your mind. He doesn't call and leaves
town a few days later. You don't eat for three days straight
after that.
But then he does call. Not you, but your best friend. You
get together the night he comes home. It's one o'clock, you're
past your curfew but you don't care because obviously he wants to be
with you. That would explain the condom in his hand, so obviously he
likes you too. And even as you are saying "no" and making up
excuses, in the back of your mind you really want to say yes.
Because nothing has ever felt as good as his arms around your body and
his mouth on yours. But you say no and then give him a kiss on
the cheek as he closes the door. You don't eat for two days again
afterwards, but can't stop smiling because you feel that this is
it - that sort of summer fling or romance or whatever
you want to call it that everyone writes and talks and dreams about.
But it's not. His friends are friends with yours but he ignores
you every time you see each other. You stop eating again but
thats O.K because obviously something is wrong with you, and not
him . You cry and fume and complain and the find
out from his friends that not only has he used you for "some ass" but
that he likes your friend. So you go off with some other boy at a
party but only kiss beacuse now you know that even though guys will
kiss you and mkae your heart stutter, it doesn't mean he likes
you. No, it doesn't mean that at all.
Let me know what you think, please. I realize that I'm v. rusty
at this whole writing thing, and of course I couldn't think of anything
else besides me and this Boy that I used to have a crush on, but I'd
like to know how I'm doing...
~Steph