he's pretty cute.
not oh my god....rip off your jeans cute.
but just enough...to be perfectly unconventional.
he has this hair thats kind of long and wavy and i kind of just want to touch it.
things are getting better and i managed to speak this time.
ebony and ivory.

i dont really know what to do with you.
our conversations are very one sided. and that side is mine because im the one initiating the questions and common bantor. but it was a start and youre cute and you dont really care.
you go around looking for decent ciggarette stubs to smoke because youre father would kill you and instead of shaking in disgust i stand there and watch as you ask an overweight old women for a light for a ciggarette about half the size of my pinkie that some old women probably used

i dont know where this will go and if it will go anywhere. ive never had to try and ive never had to do much. i just walked and there a boy was, getting my number, leaning in for a kiss....being a hormonal boy but youre different. you just like what you like. i cant even tell if youre into me. im willing to give it a try though. but i cant help but feel that will have to become friends. real friends. and i might have to grow up