Emo Love. 2.
I smiled kindly and stared at him as he stared at his feet, I knew he was lonely, that he was truly ‘emo’, I knew nothing about him and yet I wanted to know everything about him. He was an interesting charecter in my damning life.
“Nice bag.” I said. I was a idiot!
He smiled yet again and nodded, “I got it at Hot Topic,” He nodded, almost as if assuring himself that he did.
“Yeah, I love that store.” I murrmurred, did my voice sound odd? Was it ugly the way it sounded. “Um, so, what are you suppoused to be?” I asked, trying to make my voice sound nicer.
“A girl.” He smiled, opening his arms wide as if he wanted to embrace me and showing off the skirt, the red and black leggings and the sweater i wanted to steal, it was a nice sweater. The duck was still in his hand. “What are you supoused to be?” He smiled.
“Myself…” I nodded, looking down at my feet and shuffling them awkwardly, but i knew already what i was, I was a girl in deep and a mad crush with a boy she had just met…