Modest vignettes that don't deal with anything

we're messing with the tabs of our coke cans as we watch as the curator of the party stumbles over to us, two beer cans held within his hands.

'you know what ladies? you two... you two are beautiful.' he gasp at us, and for once, he's serious looking.

we look from our drinks to his face as he continues to talk to us.

'don't don't tell yourself that you are not. don't be don't be one of those stupid girls who say, oh, he doesn't like me, i must not be pretty. you are pretty. you two are beautiful. and. and if he doesn't think you're pretty? well then. he must not be smart.'

we smile at him and nod our heads and we forget that he has beer swishing around in his stomach.

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we're giggling to each other, doodling with sharpie

on the walls of your basement

and your iPod is playing music in the corner

and you lean over to me and grin

breathing out smoke between teeth

as you whisper to me,

'you're my firework'

and you lift your fingers to your lips, taking a quick drag

before flicking the stub again, smoke again

whipping out of your mouth,

and i glance back at the wall

covered in pictures

slogans

swears

jokes

dreams

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dear mister mystery;

do you know who you are?

you know who you are

but you don't know who you are to me.

i bet you don't know

that when i see you in the hallways, my heart goes just a tiny little smudge faster?

i have a feeling that maybe you did not.

will you ever? probably not.

[is this a public way of me saying that i perhaps like someone? possibly.]

i just know that it's 2:45 A.M. November 3rd

I've given up on NANOWRIMO

and am spending my time listening to Katy Perry.

andithinkilikeyou

-----lynn