Nic comes over too and nods in agreement with what Jackie said. I don't respond to it, having a feeling he'll irritatingly stick around for a while longer.
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 shake my head and refuse, Jackie looking at me with a raised eyebro before pressing something in my neck. My eyes roll back and I collapse, asleep. She sighs, throwing me over her shoulder before walking me up to my room.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I wonder if people felt the freedom in our culture to love louder, if they'd be quicker to say "I miss you" when the absence of someone is felt instead of just thinking it. — soundofmind