It’s been a long week, and I finally got a chance to talk to my best friend Billy. It’s incredible how we can go a week without a phone call and pick up right where we left off. I’m so grateful that even though we go to different schools (rivals, at that), we’re still incredibly close. He knows things about me that I’ve never told anyone, and I know a little bit too much about him as well.
Our phone conversations are entirely too long, but also too short. My dad always balks at the cost of our 3-hour phone convos when he sees my phone bill.
“WTF Just happened?”
“Sorry, my phone kind of sucks.”
(LOL, We both have iPhone 3G)
“It’s so weird when you tell me this stuff now. Like, I’ll hear it, but I can’t picture it.” “Why? Because i’m kind of like your little sister?”
“Yeah, kinda!”
“Just think about other things about me. Like how I’m an adorable nerd, and I love post-its, and how I eat my hamburgers upside down. Aw, aren’t I cute and innocent.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Here’s the thing: We’re not saying supes.”
“Here’s the thing: I hate you. Haha, Aime just laughed at me.”
“Here’s the thing: Supes is awful.”
” ‘Here’s the thing, Gels: If you say supes, I’ll hang up on you.’ “
“Here’s the thing: Pretty much.”
“You asked for a tour of the house? You’re such a whore!”
“
I took a chance, I took a shot
And you might think I’m bulletproof but I’m not
You took a swing, I took it hard
And down here from the ground, I see who you are
I’m sick and tired of your attitude
I’m feeling like I don’t know you
You tell me that you love me then you cut me down
And I need you like a heartbeat
But you know you got a mean streak
Makes me run for cover when you’re around
And here’s to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last night
And I know that you see what you’re doing to me
Tell me, why?
You could write a book on how
To ruin someone’s perfect day
Well, I get so confused and frustrated
Forget what I’m trying to say, oh
I’m sick and tired of your reasons
I got no one to believe in
You tell me that you want me, then push me around
And I need you like a heartbeat
But you know you got a mean streak
Makes me run for cover when you’re around
Here’s to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last night
And I know that you see what you’re doing to me
Tell me, why?
Why do you have to make me feel small
So you can feel whole inside?
Why do you have to put down my dreams
So you’re the only thing on my mind?
I’m sick and tired of your attitude
I’m feeling like I don’t know you
You tell me that you want me then cut me down
I’m sick and tired of your reasons
I’ve got no one to believe in
You ask me for my love then you push me around
Here’s to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last night
And I know that you see what you’re doing to me
Tell me, why? Why? Tell me, why?
I take a step back, let you go
I told you I’m not bulletproof
Now you know
“Feels like I’m fallin’ in love, when I’m fallin’ to the bathroom floor.” — “Stella,” All Time Low
“Why are you such a cliche?” — Billy, re: my halloween costumes
“Where did this one half come from? How can a constant be destroying us?” — Patrick