she pulled out her
phone. she knew she
should've been getting
ready for the day
ahead of her, but
instead she found herself
drafting a text to him:
happy birthday dork :)
dont get too f*cked up
she wondered if it
made him smile.
he didnt reply right away,
but she didnt care.
she knew of the bad habit
he had when it came
to texting people back.
she went on with her
day, only checking her
phone every
couple of hours.
that's when she saw it.
a message from him. her mind
completely blanked, whatever
task she was doing
before hand, forgotten:
thank you thank you
was the reply. she smiled
big. she probably
looked like an idiot.
who smiles
at their phone that big?
apparently her when it
came to him. time
passed and seeing his
name still made her
smile.
even if the text was sent hours
before.
now as she lays in her
bed, switching between
apps every 5 minutes,
she swipes down on her notifications,
scrolling until she sees
the message again.
there's that big smile again.
she hated how deeply she
felt for the boy, but like
he always says:
what can you do?
