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So I was sitting way near the teachers desk, next to some people I knew- but mostly new and the teacher was introducing themselves.
I think it was free dress that day, I'm not sure. That would be awesome o - o
And this guy, about my height, auburn hair with black roots and streaks, light brown eyes and light skin was like right thur <----
Me: ;;>.>
I suppose we talked. Something about being a lefty, and crappy writing.
Laughing and joking, some chick handed out paper, and we wrote down some notes.
Maybe later in the year he went to my house (I'm guessing we were good friends . ? ) to do a project.
He made me cry~
Him: 'No I can't do this to you. Not you to." ~leaves~
I totally chased him outside and started crying again ~'Don't leave! T - T'
Then he stayed, but he had to go soon anyways.
He gathered his cheet and I walked him outside, Poppi chased him but I threw him in the front.
So it was just me and him for a minute in the back. -hangs on porch-
'Okay he's gone.'
'somethingsomething c'mere.'
Me: -is sitting down-
Him: -bends down-
~kiss~
Me: O_O ....~somethingsomething don't play me~
Him: ~something about taking chances~ ;D -leaves-
~watches him leave~ ~goes back to my room and slam my back on the wall~
IT STILL SMELLS LIKE HIM ~big sniff~
I could really smell it to.
Not musky, very natural- mexican tortillas LOL calming...bitterish. Like the
very faint smell of coffee and fresh tortillas with a touch of natural body scent.
tortillas...lol....
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 Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels · Thu Jul 02, 2009 @ 06:14am · 1 Comments |
