XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
You really want me to go to your show??
Misfit_Bassist:
Yeah… I mean, if you're not busy. I know it's last minute, so if you have a date already, it's cool. I mean, it sucks for me…
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
I would love to…
She said yes? Holy shit, she said yes!
Misfit_Bassist:
Seriously?! You'd come to my show?!
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
Yeah! :) I'd love to!
Misfit_Bassist:
God, you're so fucking awesome.
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
Andy… I really like you…
This girl has me blushing.
Misfit_Bassist:
I really like you too… I want to see you…
He wants to see me?I've read over the words over a million times, and they haven't changed.
What should I say? I want to see him too.So badly.My ideas begin to rush in my head, and I count the ways I could get into so much trouble.Could I sneak out?I peer out my window, and the jump from my second-story window makes my stomach turn. Sneaking out is definitely not an option.Damn.
It's ten o’clock.That's late for my parents, and they should be asleep in their room across the hall from mine.Good.The only noise I can hear coming from their room is their loud fan, late-night infomercials, and my father's snores.
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
I want to see you too…
I begin typing quickly on my white keyboard, but then an agonizing notion plagues my thoughts.What does he mean? Is he asking me to meet him? Would he come see me if I asked him? Or is he just telling me that he misses me? Oh, gosh. Am I thinking too much about this? I have to know what he meant.
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
Andy…?
Misfit_Bassist:
Candi…?
Ask him… how badly does he want to see me? Would he come over in the middle of the night?Time feels like it's slowing down as I type the question. My hands feel like they're shaking.Do…I feel like I'm about to throw up, but I continue to finish my question.You…is it hot in here?Want… yes, it's definitely getting hotter.Just type it, Candi! What are you so afraid of?Rejection, that's what I'm afraid of.
XoXo:Candi:XoXo:
