She's different.
She doesn't throw herself at every top to walk by.
She's a brat but she's charming and funny.
But there's something different there.
Something soothing to the fire raging in my mind.
Maybe it's the way she smells or the way she laughs at my corny jokes.
Maybe it's the way she doesn't take my joking perverted comments seriously.
But maybe it's because she doesn't seem to get that I teally like her.
As a friend but also more.
Maybe she doesn't see my longing stares or the way my body craves the warmth of hers.
Of course we've been friends in the past bht now it's different.
We never used to hug but now I crave it like a drunk craves booze.
I want to cover her in my scent and make her feel as safe as she makes me feel.
She's different and that scares me...
But I can't help but crave her.
