I look at the clock on my cash register, I wonder what you're doing now, on your only day off for this week and the next. I wish we could spend today together, doing something fun and exciting like maybe rock climbing. But no, I'm stuck here, behind my cash register ringing through items. I wonder if you feel the same way on my days off. I wonder if you even know when they are. I know your schedule, inside and out. I remember on Wensday when I called you at work, you sounded so surprised. Then I asked you how to use my computer and you laughed. Your laugh is so sexy, it gives me shivers all over. I remember when I called you at home on Sunday, you promised you'd see me every sunday after that. I wonder what you're thinking about right now, Chemistry perhaps? You've allways had trouble with that subject, I could tutor you, I'm good at Chem. I told you, but we both know that when we're together nothing is acomplished. I haven't seen you for almost two weeks, I'm going into withdrawl, I almost forget the way I breathe when I'm around you, but then I dream and I remember. I wish I could fall asleep and dream about you until you were here with me, but I can't. I have to stay here, ringing through items on my till, doing my homework, practicing my bass, reading my books. I have to make it look like I'm not dying inside because of my lack of you. I have to make it look like I don't like you as much as I really do, so they don't know. They can't know how I really feel.
