Reminisce Our Yesterdays- A Couple Days Later

 

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ha.

i talked to you,

what was it?

yesterday?

 

and you have that same attitude.

the one where

i'm being really nice

and not mean or sarcastic

and you're

like a

a block of ice.

 

i'm sorry she blew you off.

again.

 

i didn't lie when i told you that

you're worth it.

because,

you are.

 

and she

is

stupid if she doesn't like you back.

 

so yes,

i'm sorry.

 

 

i'm going to my dads.

i want to stay there for the rest of the summer,

but i can't.

i have another party i have to go to.

and i have to help with my church.

and,

apparently,

hang out with you.

 

at least once.

because i promised.

 

do you think that maybe,

if i can keep this one,

that i'll be able to keep more?

because i've been on a more honest streak.

been trying hard to listen to the things you used to tell me.

haven't cried.

hardly lied.

stopped being so dramatic.

 

i think that's about it.

hmm.

 

my stomach hurts.

 

last night,

we had a cookout for my little sister's birthday,

and i love fire.

i'm somewhat of a pyro.

but anyways,

after everyone was done eating,

i just kept burning things.

burning,

burning.

burning.

it gave me a small amount of happpiness.

 

i can't explain it enough.

but i smiled.

that was a step.

 

remember the first time we hung out?

at chelsea's?

even back then,

i wanted to lay on your stomach

so bad.

 

you were so adorable

when you scrunched underneath her desk and

i sat beside the desk,

and you smiled all big

and whispered real loud to chelsea,

"she's sitting right next to me!"

 

i wonder if she still has those notes from you.

back from the beginning.

when you thought i would never date you,

but that's all i wanted to do the first time i met you.

 

in fact, i remember the first time i actually met you.

you and your friends were being loud on the bus,

and chelsea wasn't riding, so

i had nothing to do.

anyways,

adam was asking about her to you,

and you didn't know,

so you shouted at me,

"hey! you know that chelsea chick yeah?"

and i was like

"uh, yeah, she's my best friend."

and then you asked me where she was,

and i told you she got a ride home.

and that was that.

 

but after, i was

hyptnotized by you.

you were so funny.

you could have everybody laughing.

everybody.

easily.

i just watched you and them.

and found out what i wanted..

i wanted to be a part of that.

 

so,

the next day,

i found chelsea,

and wrote her a note.

i still remember what it said.

 

"i found somebody new.

i don't know what his name is,

but he's pretty much a burnout,

and i'm not sure."

 

she told me to go for it.

(i guess she was tired of me and aaron, or me and bryan)

and then it just got simpler.

she started talking to you,

i started talking to michael to get to know you,

then she got a crush on you,

and he got a crush on me.

 

and he asked me to homecoming.

and i said no.

because i badly wanted to go with you.

but then adam got interested in chelsea,

and she got over you,

then he kissed her nose,

and she freaked, remember?

but i'm getting ahead of myself.

 

she didn't get over you until a couple days after we started dating.

i remember that day.

 

i was actually going to clubs after school then,

and i was walking home,

when the newspaper boy rode up alongside me,

and he was wearing an afro,

and we talked about that.

when he asked if i was going with anyone to homecoming?

and i said no,

was he?

and he wasn't.

and that was that.

 

little did i know, ten minutes later

he showed up on my front porch,

asking me to the dance.

as friends,

i assured,

and that was that.

 

 

i had a date.

because you couldn't go, remember?

you wanted to take me, but you had fine money to pay.

something along the lines of 96 dollars, yes?

but i called chelsea after that and told her.

and she would have never guessed who just asked me to homecoming.

she wouldn't have guessed until i gave her the clue that he hangs out with

jake cronsell.

then she got it.

and i went back to doing my chores as she spazzed out with you at her house.

 

then,

 

 

suzi, her little brother, chelsea, and you showed up at my house.

we went to her house

and myspaced.

and drank orange juice.

and talked,

mostly.

about homecoming.

 

oh, the days.

i miss them.

 

well anyway,

that was the day i threw away Cheese.

and that was the day.

 

 

i had to go back home.

so all four of us walked to the stop sign.

suzi had nothing to do with any of it,

so she did circles on her bike.

and i kept asking chels if she was okay with all of it.

i mean, she still liked you at the time.

and she kept yelling at me that it was fine.

and yelling at you to do it.

and me and you?

we kept laughing.

until

finally,

we were

just me and you,

walking.

alone.

 

uphill.

and you were trying to ask.

i could tell,

so i asked you,

i said,

"would it make things easier

if i told you that my answer will be yes?"

and you said that

that wouldn't help much,

i could be lying.

 

so i steered the conversation away from that subject to the subject of

the really big

black

spider

on my neighbors' tree.

it was a Halloween decoration,

even though September hadn't ended yet.

 

you told me you were afraid of bugs.

especially spiders.

and i laughed.

never had i met a boy afraid of bugs.

i wasn't,

and i was a girl.

 

i started to walk further,

but you stopped me.

 

and you asked me.

and i said yes.

and it was so cute.

because we held hands until my front porch.

and then it was awkward.

because

i wanted to kiss you so bad,

but i had never seriously kissed anybody,

ever.

and i didn't know what to do.

 

oy.

so i didn't,

and went inside.

 

and called chelsea,

told her.

and surprisingly,

you had already made it back to her house.

and she asked me if i kissed you,

and i said i really wanted to, but my mouth tasted too much like orange juice.

and she said

"so what! his would have tasted like orange juice too!"

 

and that was that.

 

the good days

were good.

 

well.

a trip down memory lane makes one hungry,

so i'm going to make myself a turkey sandwich.