Boyish is what people call me. But, bitch is is what bitches call me. They really envy me because I still have my virginity. While them, their virginity left them like their so-called-fuck-boyfriends. Anyway, I don't care what others think of me. Because it's just myself who knows me better than anyone else.
"Hey, Sally." Elvis called me from his rooftop. I stopped the thoughts surrounding my mind because it's unhealthy. Overthinking might kill me these past few days because it becomes my hobby. It's like a sport that I want to play all the time.
"What's up?" I answered as I look into his deep-seated blue dazzling eyes. Oh who wouldn't love him.494Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiuGj9Ge3Ya
So sad he can't love me because his heart belongs to someone much girly but less bitchy than me.
"We're a thing now." he shouted like he's very proud catching a healthy fish from a clear pond. I smiled, it's the only thing I can do. Just to be happy for he is happy. That's true love for Elvis' sake. "And we kissed." I smiled as wide as I can.
Like do I care? Can't you feel that I am jealous? Why can't you see my love, my attarction to you? You're so numb, Elvis. I've been here when you have your ups and downs, when your dad will kill you because of bringing home different hoes every eve.
"That's good." and I disappeared to his sight.
I cried the best that I can. I need to release this. He just sees me like a sister of his. Like a dude of his. So why expect more than anything from that? Why expect a kiss from a boy who fucked all those hoes in our place. WHY?
Mimi jumped into my bed and giggle like there's no tomorrow. Mimi is a pomeranian who keeps me alive. Alive even I am facing heartbreaks, bullying, insults and everything you can think as insult.
My phone beeped and it's a message from Elvis.
"Something wrong?" he messaged.
I whispered to the air, friendship ruined.
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