One more, he says.
Instead of writing this in OneNote and then telling my best friend and then paraphrasing it for TinierMe, I'm just gonna type it here.
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I got a ride to my bestie's house with his mom. I realized how knowledgeable she was about physics, and then I remembered she was an engineer.
When I got to my best friend's house, there was another car there. It was the other guy from our group project. (His car had almost exactly the same license plate as my best friend's, something my bestie's mom found interesting.)
My bestie took the first box of groceries, I took the watermelon, and his mom took the second box. The other guy couldn't do anything and I laughed inwardly because he probably had the idea that females shouldn't carry anything.
I was way more comfortable in the room than the other guy. I was practically lying on my bestie's bed half the time. And when he left me with the other dude I tried to start a conversation.
"So, what hobbies do you have?"
"Uh...most of them are unmentionable..."
Okay then...where's my best friend when I need him?!
When the project was planned and tasks given, the other guy left. I went down to have dinner with my bestie. His sister was in a costume for her hip hop recital, a cute bright yellow streak pinned in her hair, a yellow tank top and a see-through off-the-shoulder white t-shirt with kiddy grunge yellow and black designs. I should mention that her (most likely knock-off) Converse were also yellow. She's eight.
My best friend says she's annoying, and I can see that, but she's also cute enough. I hate kids but I humoured her and spoke with her.
Then he cut the chicken, and made my wrap entirely for me. After I thanked him, he started on his own. (I thought it was really sweet of him).
When I finished (and refused another one) we went upstairs.
[I'm gonna go get ice cream. I just finished the bowl of grape tomatoes. Now we have no more :(]
We went on the computer and while he sat on the computer chair, I half-sat on one arm and leaned on him, sometimes wrapping my arm around his neck. I watched as he discussed the first aid lesson he was giving his friend tomorrow, and I began to edit his essay. We talked to our other best friend.
He left for a while, and because I was talking to my bestie, I didn't notice. When I finally gained the courage to go downstairs, I saw him standing with his mom in the kitchen. He was holding the batteries and she was soldering wires onto them. I said I had to go soon.
We went back upstairs, and when we were back in his room, I hugged him. He hugged me back so tight that my head was forced to tilt back and I couldn't breathe. When I pushed him away I told him that I was too short, so him putting his hands on my back instead of my lower back just makes my neck bend too much. So he sat down and I hugged him sitting beside him but it wasn't the same.
"Did you know your smell is comforting?" "I didn't know that." "It is to me. Cause it's you."
It got quiet, but it was a good quiet, not like with the other guy. I took his hands (I'm fascinated with them, apparently) and played with them awhile before mumbling, "You mean a lot to me." He whispered, "I know." Then I realized how he felt for his (ex)friend, and I said in an almost mad voice, "You should know." He repeated, "I know."
I couldn't stand it. I turned away, staring at the ladder on his bunk bed.
"Why are you biting your nails?"
I didn't realize it. "Why am I? I don't bite my nails," I said incredulously, "You know I hate it when others do that. My nails are usually too dirty anyway." Why was I biting my nails?
I was still turned away. "Is something wrong?" Nothing more than a whisper in response. "No."
I was hugging him again.
"I don't want you to be gone in the summer." I think I must have been muffled, with my face pressed in his shirt.
"I'll come back. It's not like I'm going to Shanghai again." No, Shanghai is further, but he'll be gone longer this time.
Still. He said he'll be back. And I know it, but to hear it is comforting.
He heard my cell phone vibrate again. It was my dad and I had to go. I didn't want to go, but I'd said that too many times in the last ten minutes anyways.
I turned to him and he was still on his bed. I stared at him, waiting for him to take the cue to get up. He looked up and held out his arms as he stood.
"One more?"
So I hugged him. Again.
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I got a ride to my bestie's house with his mom. I realized how knowledgeable she was about physics, and then I remembered she was an engineer.
When I got to my best friend's house, there was another car there. It was the other guy from our group project. (His car had almost exactly the same license plate as my best friend's, something my bestie's mom found interesting.)
My bestie took the first box of groceries, I took the watermelon, and his mom took the second box. The other guy couldn't do anything and I laughed inwardly because he probably had the idea that females shouldn't carry anything.
I was way more comfortable in the room than the other guy. I was practically lying on my bestie's bed half the time. And when he left me with the other dude I tried to start a conversation.
"So, what hobbies do you have?"
"Uh...most of them are unmentionable..."
Okay then...where's my best friend when I need him?!
When the project was planned and tasks given, the other guy left. I went down to have dinner with my bestie. His sister was in a costume for her hip hop recital, a cute bright yellow streak pinned in her hair, a yellow tank top and a see-through off-the-shoulder white t-shirt with kiddy grunge yellow and black designs. I should mention that her (most likely knock-off) Converse were also yellow. She's eight.
My best friend says she's annoying, and I can see that, but she's also cute enough. I hate kids but I humoured her and spoke with her.
Then he cut the chicken, and made my wrap entirely for me. After I thanked him, he started on his own. (I thought it was really sweet of him).
When I finished (and refused another one) we went upstairs.
[I'm gonna go get ice cream. I just finished the bowl of grape tomatoes. Now we have no more :(]
We went on the computer and while he sat on the computer chair, I half-sat on one arm and leaned on him, sometimes wrapping my arm around his neck. I watched as he discussed the first aid lesson he was giving his friend tomorrow, and I began to edit his essay. We talked to our other best friend.
He left for a while, and because I was talking to my bestie, I didn't notice. When I finally gained the courage to go downstairs, I saw him standing with his mom in the kitchen. He was holding the batteries and she was soldering wires onto them. I said I had to go soon.
We went back upstairs, and when we were back in his room, I hugged him. He hugged me back so tight that my head was forced to tilt back and I couldn't breathe. When I pushed him away I told him that I was too short, so him putting his hands on my back instead of my lower back just makes my neck bend too much. So he sat down and I hugged him sitting beside him but it wasn't the same.
"Did you know your smell is comforting?" "I didn't know that." "It is to me. Cause it's you."
It got quiet, but it was a good quiet, not like with the other guy. I took his hands (I'm fascinated with them, apparently) and played with them awhile before mumbling, "You mean a lot to me." He whispered, "I know." Then I realized how he felt for his (ex)friend, and I said in an almost mad voice, "You should know." He repeated, "I know."
I couldn't stand it. I turned away, staring at the ladder on his bunk bed.
"Why are you biting your nails?"
I didn't realize it. "Why am I? I don't bite my nails," I said incredulously, "You know I hate it when others do that. My nails are usually too dirty anyway." Why was I biting my nails?
I was still turned away. "Is something wrong?" Nothing more than a whisper in response. "No."
I was hugging him again.
"I don't want you to be gone in the summer." I think I must have been muffled, with my face pressed in his shirt.
"I'll come back. It's not like I'm going to Shanghai again." No, Shanghai is further, but he'll be gone longer this time.
Still. He said he'll be back. And I know it, but to hear it is comforting.
He heard my cell phone vibrate again. It was my dad and I had to go. I didn't want to go, but I'd said that too many times in the last ten minutes anyways.
I turned to him and he was still on his bed. I stared at him, waiting for him to take the cue to get up. He looked up and held out his arms as he stood.
"One more?"
So I hugged him. Again.