((Author Notes: Whoot! Chappy 2! Bit of a change in perspective for this chappy.))


Looking At Him

…I hate the way you look at him. I hate thinking that regardless of what I think or feel you're always going to look at him.

I don't want to think about why you look at him or whether or not I'm wrong about my suspicions. I just want you to look at me.

Sometimes I feel like you're looking at me. Sometimes your words put me on cloud nine.

Mostly you just look at him though.

I wouldn't call this feeling jealousy. Jealousy is different, jealousy is almost angry. This emotion is more hopeless, as if I've already given up on you looking at me instead.

So I pull pranks. Call it a runt picking on his crush but it works goddamn it! You turn crimson and look at me. And while you may be angry it's anger at me.

Not anger at that fat bastard.

I'm afraid to think of what your feelings hold. I like to think you… care for me. I like to think we have the same feelings because in some moments everything is perfect and it's as if we completely understand each other. I know it's not true though I just really like to think it's true.

Maybe today you'll blush instead of burn with anger. Maybe today you'll grin and all his taunts will fly over your head. Maybe today I'll take your hand and we'll just run.

Maybe today I'll be with the one you want.


((Ending Notes: x3; Sadly we've kinda decided most of the chapters are going to be this abysmally short. I kinda like how it works as short tidbits xD

-Muse being lazy))