Tuesday, August 27, 2013

"Hey."

And that was the first and last thing I remember saying to him that night. The rest of darkness was filled with soft noises: rustling, whispers, and sighs. 

"Troye...?" He mumbled into my neck. "Huh?" I answered stupidly. And he didn't say anything again. 

He was gone now and all I had were those vague memories the darkness and the scent of the sheets. It was the best kind of morning sickness. The thoughts of him cured me and drove me insane. I bit the sheets out of plain insanity. I had no idea what to do with myself. I was just too happy.




Sunday, August 25, 2013

I was feeling particularly insecure today.

I layered an extra t-shirt on before putting on my button-down and pulling a sweater over my head. I instantly gained an extra five pounds. But I still looked like I hadn't been fed in months. 

My phone vibrated on the desk, signaling a new text. I already knew it was Remy. It was always Remy. 

Moments later, I got a string of vibrations. Meaning that I was about to hear a sh** storm about Remy's Sunday night at school today. Probably about that Canadian wannabe actor kid she left me for. But I didn't wanna her about that Canadian wannabe actor kid.

"You're hair is still wet." Remy said later that day. "Yeah, I forgot to care today." I said.

"I'm guessing you didn't get my text messages."

"Didn't charge my phone."

"It's not like I haven't heard that one a thousand times before. Did you even read the messages?!" Remy asked. She had this way of talking to me without actually talking to me. She was too cute for herself and everyone knew it. They gushed at her as they walked by and she gushed back.

"Hey Remy. Your hair looks amazing today!" Yulia would gush for the tenth time in the day. "Aw. Thanks!" Remy would say back. And then in a beat, she would finish off where we started.

"I didn't even mention Andrew!" Remy exclaimed. "The Canadian guy, right?" I questioned.

"Yeah. I wasn't even gonna talk about him. He was so stupid though. I wanted to talk about you!"