Here without you~
Seventh period.
Kill me now.
I'll bring the sword, you bring the thrusting power.
….That just sounds like the greatest start to a dirty joke…
Imma stop now.
Foster wasn't in this period…yet. Im guessing he lost his way. Meaning that's the only possible excuse I'll except.
OHHH FOOOSTTTEERRRR DEEEAAARRREEESSSTTT.
Foster, Foster, where for art thou Foster?
I need to calm down.
Paul decided t leave again. School apparently 'cramping his style.' Not that he had one in the first place. I rolled my eyes at the thought. Oh Paul.
In all honesty, I would give up Paul in a second if it meant going back to being friends with Kim.
That sounds horrible, doesn't it? But it's the truth. At least I have honesty….right?
The truth was, I just missed saying things like, 'Oh my God, that's SO Kim.' Every time something….so Kim happens.
Sigh.
Life was just getting too…hectic. Confusing.
Tiring.
I remember the good old days when I knew what to expect from life.
Wake up, get bullied by Paul, rant to Kim about it, and at the end of the day, be completely content. But now things seemed so far out of wack it was…absurd.
I needed to talk to Kim.
Or better, Kim needed to talk to me.
I wouldn't be the first to brake. I was too stubbrn for that.
If Kim could live without me, then I could live without Kim….right?
I'm not so sure anymore.
My attention got side-tracked as Foster snuck in, sliding into the seat next t me quietly, yet givng me one of hs heart warming smiles.
Why was it my problems just seemed to float away when he was around?
Like I didn't have to think, or worry about anything? As if I could depend on him and trust him comepletely. I tried telling myself it was just his smiles. It was just his smiles. Just his smiles. Oh damn, it was those adorable, sexy smiles.
Did I say sexy? I meant…
Eh, who am I kidding? That was a sexy smile, and everyone knew it.
I blushed back, giving a short smile as I continued to sketch small flowers onto my notebook page.
Taking a pencil, Foster joined me, drawing stems, vines, and ever thorns jutting out from my loosely drawn flowers.
"My favorites are Sun flowers." He whispered when the teacher went on doing some crazy History problem that no one really cared much for.
I looked at him, my eyes wide with…delight?
"Mine. Too. " I whisper yelled.
I was getting too excited over these things lately.