by Brynn Dizack
she didn't miss her personality, or lack of personality. having a conversation with her was like drinking tea that hadn't seeped long enough, or a secret candy flavour that you're supposed to guess.
we're all fools for persuasion. so if someone said she was wonderful, she was.
she thought the candies tasted like banana, but after she thought about it she realized that banana was a stupid flavor for a candy, anyways.
they ended up kissing. they sat in her car for lack of other places to spontaneously combust, cracking lines from the show and stroking each other's hair. she'd bought breath mints with her last sixtyfive cents. he'd brushed his teeth when he was waiting for her. she made stupid conversation about prom :
"how was prom?"
"it was great. really fun."
"how was she?"
"yeah. don't know him too well."
"do you miss her?"
"did she have a good time?"
"yeah, she did."
"did she look good?"
"she looked alright."
don't really know how he feels about anything but she can only come to the savage conclusion that this is more amazing than anything else she'd ever considered. sensitive. personality. funny ears? eh. for the first time she wanted to be arm in arm with him. it was never like that
Posted on 05/28/2002
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