Ugh, I hate leaves. Yeah, go ahead say it, weirdo. They just make this weird noise, or have this slimy polish on them that drives your foot forward. It’s annoying.

“So, were you just gonna go to the prom and not tell me?”

“Um”, he brings his hand to the back of his neck and looks down.

“And anyway why would you ask Kirsten?”, I ask, “Kirsten is like the award winning nerd at school.”

“Hey, come on, she didn’t get to choose her glasses.”

“Oh please, what kinda parent doesn’t let there kids pick their glasses? You might as well let them, seeing that they will just give them embarrassment for the rest of there lives.”

“Um, Hayden, I have glasses.”

“Well, uh, you are different.”

“Is this because of you know…”

“What? No.”