god, she's so pretty. her beautiful dirty blonde straightened hair, tied back in a ponytail. her crooked smile, with something unique about it i can't quite put into words. her sense of humor, her laugh. her voice. speaking and singing. her thin figure. it was all so pretty. i wish she- "you're staring." crap. my friend sits next to me in the cramped studio, commenting on my gaze. my face goes beet red. i flick her on the nose. "shuddup." she giggles. she could be such a burden sometimes. "i hope you die in a dark pit," i joke. my friend doubles over with laughter. i sigh, and continue watching the scene. yet again, my eyes wander to her. a punch in the shoulder. "gay idiot," my friend teases. she's right, though. that's what i am. just a little gay idiot. pining over my friend. that's all we'll ever be. friends.
wrote this at 11pm at night fighing off my melaonin (my mind is on my crush) wargh a drabble! from me? wow, garsh!
