Nic walks in, despite the fact I'd locked the door, and sits on my desk with his legs crossed. I just stare at him for a few moments, waiting for him to move. He initiates the staring contest and rests his head on his hand.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, "No, wait, better question: how did you get in here?"
He shrugs, glancing at Rayah and Ella.
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 look at Rayah, Nic managing to slip his way out of the light-gag.
"Well, I ended with 'making,' I would have been home alone with Jackie for most of the days..." he trails off, smirking, "And I'm a guy. Fill in the blanks."
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
Nic looks at her with a straight, unamused expression, "I would have waited until she was okay. I'm not that much of an a**h*le. Like she'd care anyway though..."
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 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