I'm camping this weekend with The Slacker Classmate. He and I got hit on at the same time by The Bisexual Classmate over Jell-O shots and an epic game of Flip Cup at The Gay Classmate's pool party. I don't think we'll ever forget it, and I can't sit through a class without laughing when I look at him and think of the confused face he made. He didn't even try to hide it, which I thought was devastating in its adorableness.
I'm still the Flip Cup Champion of the World, and I wouldn't have minded for the three of us to get in the hot tub, although I'd probably never admit that part.
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The Mellow Classmate and I have been getting shit from All The Classmates, who keep prying for a straight answer. We can't give them one, mostly because there isn't one.
Yes, we stayed those nights together with my forehead pressed into his chest and his hand on my hip - but we'll never tell you we did. No, we didn't come here separately, or without calling each other beforehand to make sure the other was going - but we'll certainly tell you we did.
Yes, I made him blueberry pancakes that morning - but if you ask me about it, I'll only wink and tell you I had eggs, alone. No, I didn't turn him down after the show that night - but if you ask me about it, I'll only wink and tell you I was talking to the cute boy with the dreads.
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Ex-Boyfriend went on a coke binge Sunday morning and beat a man in Vegas so badly he nearly killed him. He told me he was thinking of me and The Mellow Classmate while he did it.
Then he tried to run back here, and called me from the highway, screaming threats about murder and suicide into the phone. I told him I wouldn't be here when he arrived, which turned him around while my mom called the highway patrol. And now he's going to jail for a while.
I told him I'd visit. I won't, and we'll forget each other, and that's probably how it should be.
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What's your favorite thing about springtime?
I'm still the Flip Cup Champion of the World, and I wouldn't have minded for the three of us to get in the hot tub, although I'd probably never admit that part.
* * *
The Mellow Classmate and I have been getting shit from All The Classmates, who keep prying for a straight answer. We can't give them one, mostly because there isn't one.
Yes, we stayed those nights together with my forehead pressed into his chest and his hand on my hip - but we'll never tell you we did. No, we didn't come here separately, or without calling each other beforehand to make sure the other was going - but we'll certainly tell you we did.
Yes, I made him blueberry pancakes that morning - but if you ask me about it, I'll only wink and tell you I had eggs, alone. No, I didn't turn him down after the show that night - but if you ask me about it, I'll only wink and tell you I was talking to the cute boy with the dreads.
* * *
Ex-Boyfriend went on a coke binge Sunday morning and beat a man in Vegas so badly he nearly killed him. He told me he was thinking of me and The Mellow Classmate while he did it.
Then he tried to run back here, and called me from the highway, screaming threats about murder and suicide into the phone. I told him I wouldn't be here when he arrived, which turned him around while my mom called the highway patrol. And now he's going to jail for a while.
I told him I'd visit. I won't, and we'll forget each other, and that's probably how it should be.
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What's your favorite thing about springtime?
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Oh, wait. The biggest issue is that we still don't have a reliable internet connection at the new house. That should change next week, but that's the reason I haven't posted more here.
I'll write more when we get that internet connection going.