I know that I’ve been, dancin ‘round the truth..
My hair was falling in damp waves and I was shivering lightly in my sweatshirt. However, I could feel his warmth. Our arms and thighs touched as he sat on the arm chair, fixing his myspace.
Tell me what the hell I’m supposed to do..
I was sweating and smiling and a bundle of a happy mess. And I cross my eyes, close my heart and swear that at this very moment my heartbeat would be the best techno dance hall drug anyone’s heard.
I’m callin all the time..
He slipped his hand into my pocket and snatched my phone away. I fluttered around him, glad to have an easy excuse to wrap myself around him. “Ahaha. Give it back, Zach!”
We ran around the room and stumbled on each other.
But it hurts when all I hear is you hangin up..
Last time he ended up sending dirty messages to all my contacts.. With determination I grabbed at it and somehow he knocked me in the mouth.
I won’t try that again..
“Ow! Zach!” He hugged me close, trying to hide his smile.