Okay, so I'm visiting my dad in America (yeah, in the middle of school.) and we were waiting for food and I decided to start writing down some shit and it turned into a one shot. Deal with it. Read. Cry. You're welcome.
Hipster.
Cool.
Hot.
Don't you realize I'm right here? Why do you flirt back? Can't you see how jealous I am? If you don't feel the same way, then why do you tease me the way you do?
"Dave?" You look away from the girls you were just flirting with and at me. Your smirk fades and I feel like I'm doing something wrong. "Uh. Aren't we supposed to be shopping?"
"Chill out, we'll get to it soon enough." You wave your hand, carelessly and go back to hitting on the hot chicks.
When we get home you tell me to set down the bags in your bedroom and then we can play video games while we wait for my dad to pick me up. You also flirt with me, making me blush and smirking at my reaction.
You win the first round. Then you start to talk about the girls' numbers you got from the mall. Each word hurts and eventually I'm crying. You think it's because I lost the game. You should know better. You should know that it's your entire fault.
I cry.
You smirk, making jokes. I cry more. You realize it's not the game. I try to stop crying. You try to get me to tell you why I was crying in the first place. I'm stupid. I hint.
"You're not h-homosexual."
"What does that have to do with anything, Egderp?" you ask. I can't tell if you already know because of the shades you wear. I move to remove them, but you stop me. You chuckle.
Every time you chuck, it pierces my heart. I know I can't have you, but you are the one thing I want. If I were to die, I would want to know you love me. I would want to know that you love me more than your apple juice.
"Nothing," I respond. You know it's not 'nothing', though. You know.
"What is it, John?" When you say my name, you sound like you care. But I know that you don't.
"I…" I can't lie anymore. I can't live like this. But I know I can't live without this. Without you. I smile, wanting you to believe me this time. "It's nothing. So, which girl was your favorite?"
It hurts, but I'm willing to get through it. At least until I know you can be just mine. Forever. But until then I will force myself to go through the flirting and never seeing those beautiful eyes of yours. I know that one day I will tell you how I feel. But until then, I've got to keep you close. And never ever let you go. Because you're more than a crush. And, Dave; I love you.