My Green-eyed Guy
I don’t want this.
I don’t want you to go to a different school next year. you can’t leave.
Never will i be able to dodge a glance when you walk through the gym in the morning.
Bump into you in a crowded hallway.
Look at you when you happen to be looking at me at the same time.
Have the same class as you.
sit next to you in that class.
nonchalantly slip you a flirty note in the hallway.
convince you to sit at my lunch table.
laugh at your wild jokes.
admire your perfectly imperfect teeth.
help you with your work and ‘accidentally’ let my chest rub on your arm/shoulder.
let you take my phone (when it’s in my bra).
hear someone say “you two act like a married couple”
find your papers in my desks.
hear someone say “do you two date? if not you should already.”
go to Dork Club with you (:
go somewhere that you invited me.
hear you say something perverted and say “fine. do it then.” and you end up getting super shy and saying “Noo..” because there are people around.
let you do perverted things when people aren’t around.
fake argue with you, & the only reason we do it is to get the chance to touch and hold each other.
fix your hair
stare into your amazing eyes.
Bottom line, i won’t be able to live </3 you don’t understand how much all those little things mean to me. You’re the only guy i like. i know, i usually get attached to one person at a time. but the last guy i REALLY liked, i liked you even before him and me were over. i’ve liked you since before i knew you, or the last guy. you don’t even understand, love. but i should go because i’m typing a lot, which i tend to do, as you know.
Love,
Your green-eyed girl.
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