The past two days: E pills, laughing, glow sticks, a light-up rubber duck, endless talking and singing, music that will forever remind me of that night, kisses, talking of school what it means to be a friend babies love hate, taking pictures, tingling skin, a thudding heart, water and pink juice, dancing until the sun came up, texting people at ungodly hours, trying to sleep, literally not sleeping again for 24 hours, eating so much food, resting, cuddling, more kissing, listening to music that could make me cry, getting a hickey on my hip, rain on the windows, hail on the porch.
"Right now, tomorrow, next year, fucked up or sober, I love you, Erica." -Jeff before the drugs kicked in.
I’m very much in love with a boy and nobody can hate on me because I’m happy.
Last night: Nephew’s birthday, twin’s house, Brittney and champagne, Sailor Jerry and Jell-O flavored lolly pops, music that makes your heart pound, a phone call, a promise, Kenna’s twin, hot dogs and E pills, a boy that makes my heart flip, seedy bar, a sad old man that buys us drinks because we remind him of his daughter, a shove in the bathrooms, a threat, more phone calls, my boy, another bar and beers, far too much to drink, a silly fight over a spilled drink, a talk with a beautiful girl about men and best friends fucking our men, a guy with wandering hands under the table, macho bullshit, a bar fight that should have happened but didn’t, a drive, a walk, mac n’ cheese, a movie that I always fall asleep in, and a warm bed. Oh, and an honest-to-goodness, genuine “Erica, I love you.” I love you too, silly boy. At the end of every day, I just want to be with you. I want it to be Sunday night already!!!