i just want everyone to automatically communicate with me how i want them to without any prior instruction from me is that too much to ask yes it is
a few things:
ok i did the things turns out i have no weed left so i smoked a big bowl of keef and it wsn’t as satisfying as i hoped it’d be :(
how do you tell someone to stop liking you forever because their appreciation of you makes you uncomfortable
i know you miss me please don’t tell me you miss me every five minutes
i know you are bored and have nothing to do when im not there
please do not tell me that every five minutes
i know you think im beautiful or sexy or lovely or whatever but
pllllleaseee don’t tell me that more than one time and certainly do not send me good night and good morning texts ending with , beautiful
also don’t send me good night and good morning texts at all
please talk to me when you have a thing you wanna tell me please don’t force me into talking to you all day long
i don’t want to
you make me angry sometimes
and i do not want to date you
also please unfollow my blog so i can post about you on there instead of my dumb shitty personal blog
(but i can’t say all of those things he’d literally cry)
She was hardly a vision, in her long black dress that she paid too much for and shoes that barely matched and didn’t fit. He chubby stomach poked over the top of her skirt and the hem fell awkwardly above her ankles. She sat, nearly alone, at the table where her friends left their bags when they went to dance. Her date sat across the table, looking sullen. She wasn’t his first choice, but he wasn’t hers either. At least he had gotten a white tie to match the strip of white down the front of her dress.
She wanted to leave. She hadn’t even wanted to come in the first place. But prom was something that you couldn’t just skip, no matter how miserable you knew you’d be. She gathered her things and pulled her phone out to call for a ride when it started ringing. It was a number she didn’t have programmed in.
“Don’t leave yet,” an unfamiliar female voice ordered.
“Huh?” she questioned.
“Don’t. Leave. Go out to the lobby, but don’t leave yet.” The call disconnected and she stood staring at her phone.
“I’ll…um…be right back,” she mumbled to her date. He nodded, but he could have just been falling asleep.
The lobby was huge, and filled with tables covered in food. Almost no people. It was the time when everyone had finished eating and was ready to dance. All night. Shoes off, hair flowing, bodies mushed together as closely as possible, despite the gargantuan dance floor.
She didn’t know where to go. She imagined the mysterious caller would meet her and tell her what was so important that she couldn’t leave the worst dance she had ever been to.
But the person she saw next wasn’t a woman. It was him. He wandered over to her, looking around casually, like he just needed a break from dancing. His hair was falling into his eyes and his pink shirt was too big, but he couldn’t have looked better.
He smiled at her and, without a word, pulled her through the lobby and into a tiny side room that only held an ancient vacuum cleaner. It might have been a cleaning supply closet.
“Close your eyes,” he said, placing a cold hand over her eyes.
“Why? What’s going on? Why—” she began to protest, until she felt the unmistakable presence of his soft lips. They were gone in an instant. She leaned forward, trying to kiss him again, but he pulled his hand away, looking nervous.
“Alicia said only a peck. Otherwise it’s cheating. But it’s not if it’s just a peck.”
She swallowed the lump that had grown in her throat. “Then why bother?”
“I may never see you again,” he replied simply, taking his hand away from her eyes.
“Of course you will. We still have a week of school left, plus finals, plus graduation. And then the summer.”
“Every time I see you, I’m afraid it’ll be the last time I do. I have to treat it that way. I had to know what it was like.”
“Know what what was like?”
“Kissing you.” His hazel eyes had been on hers the entire time they’d been in the dim room. She felt her stomach filling up with butterflies as she tried to remember why she shouldn’t kiss him again. She couldn’t come up with a good enough reason.
This time, he responded to her. He held her hand at her waist and kissed her back gently, carefully and in control. He pulled away after a moment and reached into his pocket. She hadn’t even noticed his phone had been ringing.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, answering it. “Hello?”
She could barely hear the voice on the other line, but it was angry and there was music in the background. His girlfriend.
“I’m coming, I just went to the bathroom, Jesus Christ.” He hung up on the girlfriend and turned back to her.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…” he trailed off.
“Go. I understand. Just. You’ll see me again. I promise you that,” she said smiling. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
He squeezed her hand and left the room.
She went back to sit at the round table that was now completely empty. Her date had found someone else to dance with.