iLoveYouWithaKnife
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You wonder half of the day, about the previous night.
What his intentions were when he turned around and kissed you when it was the last thing you expected.
So out of the blue.
You spent a good portion of the summer around him, but an action like that never crossed your mind.
You remember backing up and smiling, and then intimidation sweeping in.
It's the first time you remember backing away.
Had you started to get different morals?
You recall thinking that it had to do with you.
What would be said.
But the thought didn't even cross your mind that it's his best friend until he said so.
But it didn't really matter because I soon as he picked you up you were already weighing the pros and cons. Down to every last detail.
Were his shoes clean,
did he match,
how many cds actually filled up the books and was there good music,
how he drove,
how he drank,
how he initiated conversation,
how he treated you,
was his house messy,
what the contents of his house actually was,
how long he's had his job,
a small talk about his past relations, was this worth it.
You had been through enough with the others that you refused to be stuck in a situation were the smallest thing,
like toothpaste in the bathroom sink actually bothered you.
You know it really didn't but you had to find some excuse because you grew to fucking hate him so much.
Don't tell.
and
I don't want anything serious.
You felt the same way.
Exactly.
And as you gathered your clothes and climbed out of bed and walked into the computer room where you found him trying to recieve a fax,
you knew that would be your excuse out.
Nothing serious.
His computer room was filled with show tickets and posters, and racing memoribilia.
And you hated it.
But it's just you being shallow.
You see huge red racing flags hanging from the ceiling and you realize that it's not a coincendence,
but you saw a few red flags.
Right before your eyes.
And it just may be the sign you need, to help you realize that maybe nothing good will come out of this.
What his intentions were when he turned around and kissed you when it was the last thing you expected.
So out of the blue.
You spent a good portion of the summer around him, but an action like that never crossed your mind.
You remember backing up and smiling, and then intimidation sweeping in.
It's the first time you remember backing away.
Had you started to get different morals?
You recall thinking that it had to do with you.
What would be said.
But the thought didn't even cross your mind that it's his best friend until he said so.
But it didn't really matter because I soon as he picked you up you were already weighing the pros and cons. Down to every last detail.
Were his shoes clean,
did he match,
how many cds actually filled up the books and was there good music,
how he drove,
how he drank,
how he initiated conversation,
how he treated you,
was his house messy,
what the contents of his house actually was,
how long he's had his job,
a small talk about his past relations, was this worth it.
You had been through enough with the others that you refused to be stuck in a situation were the smallest thing,
like toothpaste in the bathroom sink actually bothered you.
You know it really didn't but you had to find some excuse because you grew to fucking hate him so much.
Don't tell.
and
I don't want anything serious.
You felt the same way.
Exactly.
And as you gathered your clothes and climbed out of bed and walked into the computer room where you found him trying to recieve a fax,
you knew that would be your excuse out.
Nothing serious.
His computer room was filled with show tickets and posters, and racing memoribilia.
And you hated it.
But it's just you being shallow.
You see huge red racing flags hanging from the ceiling and you realize that it's not a coincendence,
but you saw a few red flags.
Right before your eyes.
And it just may be the sign you need, to help you realize that maybe nothing good will come out of this.
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