Drabbles!

By magentalover

A/N: This is a bit of a gift asking for your forgiveness since I have been M.I.A. for a long while. This is dedicated to anyone who still recognize my name, and any new faces. I promise to get back on Revenge and Revolution soon!

Disclaimer- RHPS belongs to the wonderful world of Riffy O'Brien

Twenty reasons I hate this situation. By Magenta Vitus

I hate that I can't tell you how much I care about you or how much I miss you no matter how much my heart wants to without you just putting it off to sibling love.

I hate that you stress over everything, and I yet have found a way to make you see your perfect. It's pretty hard for me to kill a GPA with fire.

I hate that ever since I've found out you like Sydnie (that stupid ditzy two-faced bitch of an ex-cheerleader) that I haven't stopped looking for a way to look more like her in your eyes.

I hate that you can reply yeah or lol to any text I send you when an actually conversation can make my week.

I hate the way I have to imagine curling up in your arms to get a wink of sleep anymore.

I hate knowing that I would sleep a hundred times better if I actually were sleeping in your arms.

I hate that everything you do can make me smile like an idiot no matter how small of how long ago it actually happened.

I hate how you seem oblivious to how much I love you when I know you're a genius, and that any moron would be able to see the way I light up around you.

I hate that when ever I get close to you I feel this wonderful warmth radiating off you and I can't help but want to jump into your arms and stay there forever, but since I can't I feel this empty, bitter, and lonely coldness when I walk away.

I hate that I can remember you smile and warmth and get shivers from it at the worse times, and then when I'm desperately trying to recall them I can't recreate it perfectly.

I hate that I would be perfectly content staring at you from across the room and drool all day if it wasn't for the fact that I rather you not be afraid of me.

I hate that I know your schedule better than my own on most days, and just where to be to possibly get a glance of the back of your head or your smile, and on a good day a wave. I'm also afraid that you'll find out I know basically where you are at any given time of the day.

I hate that I'm not with you more of that time.

I hate that you see me at the end of the day when I'm at my worse when I'm babbling like a fool, or when I just want to go home and cry.

I hate that some days it's you that makes me want to cry.

I hate that no matter how many days you make me want to cry, you'll always make me smile more.

I hate that I've heard that my eyes are beautiful so many times, yet I'll never hear it from you, and that I'll never be able to tell you that I practically go deaf when I look into your eyes, and that have the most gorgeous eyelashes ever, and that I doubt I could go very long without seeing your smile.

I hate that I don't have a single picture that truly captures your smile.

I hate that you'll never be able to read this.

I hate that out all twenty reasons I hate this situation that I haven't been able to find one flaw which was the original intention of write this rubbish down. Oh well, just another page of my journal to burn.