I smile and shake my head, "Nah, thanks though," I sigh and sit next to him, resting my head on his shoulder. "I don't wanna go to school tommarow..." I yawn, exausted from the dancing.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I look back at her, hesitating before laying her down for her and slipping her shoes off. Something about this feels right. Shaking my head at myself, I pull the covers over her and sit at her desk, wanting to keep the distance.
"There," I say, looking down, "Happy?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Sighing, I sneak out the backdoor and rejoin with Gus, leading him home. I lay in my own bed and look up at the ceiling, running a hand over my face. Why the hell is this so hard?
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I wake up late, five minutes to get ready. Sh*t. I jump up and slip on a tee shirt and shorts, boots and converse. I brush my hair and teeth quickly before grabbing my stuff, and the paper, an apple, doing multiple things at once.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!