I can't pay attention, can't concentrate. I'm restless. I feel naked. I miss you.
Picture this; Pneumatics, don't really give a fuck, He's talking about The specific gravity of mercury, asking us questions.
It's 13.6 but I can't really be fucked with it to tell him the answer. I've got about 45 more minutes of this mindless torture and then I'm free. I should call you. I'm glaring at the teach unconsciously; feels great.
A heart of stone is, supposedly, what I have. Apart from being called a jerk, mean and a dick, I've been told this a countless number of times. My own mum joined the bandwagon last week, screaming it at the top of her lungs. I can actually picture myself giving off this ghastly, grey, cold aura.
It usually works that way. Glares for the people I don't want to know, smiles for the people I want to. You could probably spot my rather charming smile from a mile away if you were the one I wanted to know.
Today was no different, the sun's out there, shining like crazy, albeit it's really cold. These rays could presumptively bounce off my "stoney" heart, giving it a cool steel-like lustre.
I love these kinda mornings.
Just not when you're in class. If I was to learn anything today, I'd need to talk to you, I decided.
3,2,1. et voila; Salvation.
The bell goes off and I'm the first one to leave class.
I can't seem to find a crappy phone anywhere.
I try to melt a sign that says "No cell phones" with my fancied heat vision. Gotta hate fucking school rules.
I finally spot one, hidden in plain sight. I'm punching in numbers, holding my breath.
A beep magically metamorphosizes into a ringing tone and the world stops. Everything's slow-mo. once. twice. Halfway there, I'm nervous; I've already decided to call it quits and leave; the knot in my stomach's tightening.
A sudden click.
"hello?"
My heart stops.
You always seem capable of doing that, I don't think I'll ever know why.
As I'm struggling to get my voice back, all I can manage to blurt out is an awkward hello.
"Hey. It's me"
"Oh. Hi".
From then on? 97 seconds of pure fucking bliss.
Like kissing in the rain. Holding hands on your first date. Relieving yourself after holding it in for 4 painful hours (not too artsy but hey.)
As I keep the phone down, I'm smiling; This reaction is usually expected. The weird machine's printing out your number on this dull grey paper and somehow, even your number looks beautiful. I'm thinking this and I'm laughing; I've truly lost it.
Clutching that little piece of paper as tightly as I could, I'm heading back to class. But something's different;
My stone heart's sentient again, It's pumping, beating, radiating a clear red aura plainly visible within a 100 mile radius. I'm wearing a smile that literally screams "screw you, can't take this happiness away from me". I'm happy.
Back in class, I'm smirking. The alleged call that was to help me concentrate in classes later that evening was what you'd call "a fail".
As the teach's lecture is filtered out by love-struck brain as noise, All I can think of, is
You.
- Mood:
Tender - Listening to: Madina lake - friends and lovers
- Reading: I, dreyfus
- Watching: Vids
- Playing: nothing.
You. Yes, You.
thank youuu~
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♥urchi
aka ~urchigan-sora
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I see an amazing future. I look at her and I see everything that can be. I feel fucking Awesome. I just don't know how to get there. And when I think about the space between the present and the future, All I see is loss;I need to change, I will
~~Hal
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纨绔子弟，游戏人间
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I see an amazing future. I look at her and I see everything that can be. I feel fucking Awesome. I just don't know how to get there. And when I think about the space between the present and the future, All I see is loss;I need to change, I will
Sorry again.
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Richtiger Mann
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