Remember that time we were playing Tarzan the Monkey Man and my friend only suggested the game so I could sit next to you and touch your hand? And I kept doing the hoverhand because I felt my hands getting sweaty and clammy and I didn't want you to feel that and become disgusted? And then you grabbed my hand and wouldn't let me let go? And my mind twisted that incident into some important incident to remember and I was in the best mood the whole day?
You were rush studying poetry terms and called the girl next to me a "hot, fudge sundae in the middle of the desert" which dude, is the most cliche shit I've ever heard but coming out of your mouth my little crushing heart crushed and tore and minced and all the cliche letters to crushes crap. Then you called your friend some pbj sandwich when you're really hungry and then called me! a wildflower in your backyard and I got mad and retorted something weak that went along the lines of "You're a sheep that I would shear the fur off then cook you and eat you" and you were stunned but I didn't care because every single thing you makes me over react for reasons unknown except the really obvious one that's because I have this crush on you. Then a few days after we had a slight altercation which mainly involved you placidly taking my little i-have-a-crush-on-you-why-you-call-her-sundae blows about the wildflower remark then you called me a rose.
And you know how I get loud and embarrassing at lunch it's so klfcsfndshgd oka this is too embarrassing but it caused that fucking bitch Teresa and her shit friends to gossip about me on the last damn of school and I barely know them like wtf I've literally never talked to you except maybe once to say I like your shirt and to volunteer my seat so your dumbass bitch friend could sit and that was super nice okay FUCK YOYA FDSFDDF TERESA FUCK YOU I HOPE MR. CAHOON YELLED THE SHIT OUTTA YOU BITCH AND YOU TOO ALEXIS YOU CONFUSE YOU'RE AND YOUR DUMBASS AND YOU TOO FELICIA FUCK YOU ALL BITCHES I HOPE YOUR IDIOTIC ASSES GOT HELD BACK
Bahh anyway and then I wrote in your yearbook "I've a crush on you. You were the nicest person in 7th grade" and you didn't (or pretended not to) read it at that time so there was no confrontation and then you wrote like 2 sentences more in my yearbook than this pretty girl an that made me feel so good even though it was so damn loserish. And then on the last day of school my whole homeroom ate pixie sticks nonstop and we were all so hyper and I think someone was cutting pubic hair or armpit hair and I kept listening to Electric Feel so I felt super brave and told you right to your back "Dylan you know I have a crush on you right?" and your friend started laughing or something idk the music was so loud and I think you replied "Yeah I know" and I say "Okay, just saying" and there was about 3 secs of awkward silence then you got onto your bus.
I hate the way you're so different around your friends. Actually I wouldn't know if you really change around them because I don't know you all that well anymore. I don't ever think I did.
All I know is that you were the nicest guy, person even, in 7th grade and even the teachers knew I had a crush on you and Ms. R kept making us sit together.
I remember we had a project and my usual nerd partner found another girl nerd but you actually wanted and asked me into your group with the really really popular girl and gave me a part that was really unneeded and didn't fit so I could have a part and I screwed it up then you got my stationary bck argh.
All the feelings.
There's probably loads of stuff like you saying hi to me (that's big. that's really big) that made me so so happy but now the feeling's passed and I'm tried of this crush. You've rejected me like how many times? Yearbook, bus, candy shop, asl. That's like 4.
Damn.
You are such a great rant to rant.
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