sweet: a thousand miles
6:27 in the evening. Breathe. Be calm; Last night, after his friends left, I wanted to make-out with him. I had the urge, so I unbottoned his shirt. Collard shirt, that is. I love collard shirts on boys, it looks so classy to me. I wasn't about to have sex, no. To young. I just wanted to help him cool down since he was hott [emphasis on hott].
I knew his friends were still in the drive way talking story, but i figured they wouldn't bother us and they'd have a little class themselves. Invade of privacy. His friend travis evesdropps on us. I don't know how long he was there, peeking through the window. i said things like, "when am i gonna get to live with you?" We both are lovey dovey -- and trust me, a lot of people hate that we haven't faught in all the months we've been going out. July will make a year.
Travis pops his head up and starts laughing, telling my boyfriend, "oh your getting it on!" I wanted to call that boy a jerk, however, i keep my status and stay carefree. Little does everyone know, I'd like to trash the whole place and beat it down.
I remember when my friends follwed one of my girlfriends around with a video camera. they thought it would be funny to capture her intimate moments with her boyfriend. bullshit. that pissed her off, and it pissed me off too. When you think you can trust you friends into giving you the space, they turn around and pull some immature prank. Stupid.
I can't believe some people though. Rumors are going around saying that I'm getting married. Heck yea I am, but not right now. Then theirs rumors around saying that my sister is preagnant. That girl would faint if she saw a males private part, so what makes somebody say something that's obviously not true? I seriously can't believe one of my friends actually believed it. I am your source. Come to me if you want to know something. Don't believe what others say. Everything is bull crap.
6:27 in the evening. Breathe. Be calm; Last night, after his friends left, I wanted to make-out with him. I had the urge, so I unbottoned his shirt. Collard shirt, that is. I love collard shirts on boys, it looks so classy to me. I wasn't about to have sex, no. To young. I just wanted to help him cool down since he was hott [emphasis on hott].
I knew his friends were still in the drive way talking story, but i figured they wouldn't bother us and they'd have a little class themselves. Invade of privacy. His friend travis evesdropps on us. I don't know how long he was there, peeking through the window. i said things like, "when am i gonna get to live with you?" We both are lovey dovey -- and trust me, a lot of people hate that we haven't faught in all the months we've been going out. July will make a year.
Travis pops his head up and starts laughing, telling my boyfriend, "oh your getting it on!" I wanted to call that boy a jerk, however, i keep my status and stay carefree. Little does everyone know, I'd like to trash the whole place and beat it down.
I remember when my friends follwed one of my girlfriends around with a video camera. they thought it would be funny to capture her intimate moments with her boyfriend. bullshit. that pissed her off, and it pissed me off too. When you think you can trust you friends into giving you the space, they turn around and pull some immature prank. Stupid.
I can't believe some people though. Rumors are going around saying that I'm getting married. Heck yea I am, but not right now. Then theirs rumors around saying that my sister is preagnant. That girl would faint if she saw a males private part, so what makes somebody say something that's obviously not true? I seriously can't believe one of my friends actually believed it. I am your source. Come to me if you want to know something. Don't believe what others say. Everything is bull crap.