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Friday night. Mine are always the same because of her. My phone vibrates next to me as I look from the computer to my iphone. I debate whether or not to pick it up, this happens every week. The truth is I wait, No anticipate fridays. Curiousity again wins the internal battle as I pick up the phone. The simple text that always starts the converstation that will end up taking yet another part of me with it.
'Hey wat are you doin' It doesn't matter what I'm doing, she knows it doesn't. I quickly text back 'computer' almost to eagerly. I know it will be minutes before she text back. She makes me wait, purely because she knows I'm waiting, watching, listening for her to return my text.
My phone vibrates against my leg 'oh I have a question' I never know what her question will be but she knows almost everything there is to know. Almost. I text back a simple 'yeah' I know she'll relpy quicker this time.
As on cue I receive her text. 'I'm going to IM hold on k' I don't text back theres no point. I click on her Myspace profile, going through pictures. She gorgeous and she knows it.
The pop out IM shows 'hey u there?' She ask the obvious question she knows I am. I always am. I type back 'of course' clicking pack to her profile. Its always changing, the background, the music her top friends.
She's always changing.
The top song on her playlist is by the Maine. I cant help but sing along she knows its one of my favorites it was one of her many questions I was eager to answer so many fridays ago.
'Just checking..' I dont bother responding shes not done 'Have you ever kissed someone?' Thats the question that will really start this weeks converstation. Do I lie or do tell her the truth? Does she really care? I want to believe so.
I hesitently type back a 'no' I wonder if at the end of the night everything said between us stays between us or if she tells her friends. And they all get a good laugh I try not to think so.
Minutes pass before she relpies 'then thats my goal...to get you a kiss. ;) Both of us need to be kissed I want to compare girls to guys' My heart flutters at the thought she doesn't realise that I'm waiting for her. Or does she.
'I don't think so its not likely. I mean I'm not ms popular like someone I know' She's the only one I care to talk to, she's the only one that cares to talk to me.
I dont remember how these talks started I just know how they end. 'Watever i can find you someone' I dont want anyone but you, I wont tell her though I never do.
'I dont think so I'm not pretty like some people I know' I some how manage to think of something to say. I hide the IM returning to the world of Myspace waiting for her reply. How she found me is still lost on me, why she cared enough to request me on myspace. She sent me a message with the simple words of I've seen you around, and that I seemed interesting. So I approved her.
'If I'm pretty your gorgeous!' I blush at her complement. This is how it always is the flirting the promises of tomorrow. There never is a tomorrow only Fridays.
'You lie' I quickly write back calling her out. But I quickly get the reponse of 'I don not! ur adorable!' I smile at her words, I always believe them. Always.
'Thank u and the same goes for you.' More then she knows, or maybe she does know. I can never tell. She writes back ':) I've g2g I'll talk to you on monday.' With that she signs off.
Its a lie. She wont talk to me on monday, she'll sneak glances at me. She'll smile at me but she wont talk to me. She never does. It hurt the first time when I walked by her in the hall and all she did was stare. But we some how got to where we are now. I would say it doesn't bother me anymore, but it does. I wish she would talk to me in person, somethings stopping her. Is it the same thing stopping me?