
We had the same class all year, and neither of us said how we felt. . .just another memory; and a rather funny one at that. . R&R please.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 140 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 09-21-05 - id: 2012010
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"Another afternoon, my
Seventh hour hell
Trying to find a way to focus on my jumps
And the new cheer
Instead of you,
Not even ten feet away,
Dancing
As if there was no one else in the room.
I watch your reflection
The mirror painting your every beautiful move
Until you look up, and catch
Me staring
Because my heart just stuck in my throat
And you smile, laugh as Kelli almost
Tackles
You to the floor,
squealing for me to help her.
Strange,
How back then I never thought it possible
For that enchanting hip-hop boy
To love
Me, the out-of-place cheerleader
With her heart on her sleeve and
A 'fuck-off' attitude towards everything--
--Except you.
'I was just hoping for the best'
And truth be told,
You are."
9/21/2005 10:04
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