Her wavy hair falls higher than her chest, she's somehow better than all the rest. She sometimes politely says hi. Whether it's polite or for positive sight I can't tell. When we talk about things it can make me feel bad but when she wants to talk to me it makes me feel like there's a giggly excited green nervous joy inside. We like the same piece of fiction, which is part of why it's hard. I don't understand the feeling that comes out of it, though I'm supposed to be smart. Some days it feels like she doesn't care but some days she's there. I've known her and she's known me for a long while. If I put it into perspective perhaps one of my longest closest. But I can't help but feel that with everything I do, she doesn't really like me, none of it is true. Her smiles are just polite, and she really just gets bored, and she only wants me to suck out the media's sword. The media's sword feels like all I am. To her and others and myself and it's fine because I could never be anything better. And I must say it's fine. But is it?
"cake the fuck are you writin- WAIT CAKE YOU'RE WRITING??? CATS CAN WRITE?????"
Bro simply shushes me before carrying on with writing what seemed like...fanfiction?
YOU ARE READING
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FanfictionCurrently Steven universe dominated Hey, I mostly just post multi fandom shit one shots here. Just random stuff I write. Putting this out here because my 抖阴社区 doesn't let me have too many stuff in drafts. And also, some of these might end up ki...
