Sunday, July 22, 2012
Tryin to call home
i love sam. i really do. not in a mushy gooshy ew kind of way. in a brother-sister love, a bit like twins except we're not related. we were twins for twin day at school. but we're extremely close. he's been to family events. he's been there every time something happens and now we're both leaving each other because he's transferring schools.
it's kind of sad, really. but we'll still talk and call and he still promised he'd teach me how to skateboard. a while ago. and he keeps stuff in my purse and i kept things in his hair and we'd copy each others homework. and tonight, he's wearing a pair of my shorts (like i haven't worn his sweaters enough) and i like to think that our frienship has always been comfy-cozy and bubblegum flavored, just like tonight, laughing and freaking out the girl at mcdonalds. i like to think we've got our own playlist. tell me a lie by one direction, fifteen by taylor swift, and telephone by lady gaga are pretty much our songs, but payphone's the top.