I stand at work, helping the customers, a smile plastered on my face, I can't help it, I feel so happy. I can't stop smiling, I can't stop giggling, I can't stop thinking about you. All confusion is gone and I'm left with a warm fuzzy feeling, the feeling I have when I'm with you, when we're together. Work ends, I go home. I see my friends on the bus, they say how they saw you at work today, they say how they asked you if you were coming to my party and how you stammered when you replied. My phone rings, is it my parent's? is it Kim? no, It's you. My face lights up and my friends wonder who is on the other line, you ask me to do things, my friends think it's Kim, I talk to you for a few minutes and then we hang up. I tell them it was you, my face burns and they look at me knowingly. "He likes you, I know he does." "Oh man, he just asked you out." "No way, we're just friends." I don't know if I'm lying or telling thr truth. I get home and change out of my work clothes, I primp, I play cards, I cath my bus again, I'm meeting you at the station. We meet, we both have smiles on our faces. We don't know what to do. You take me shopping and we buy things, clothes actually. We go out for supper, we grab some coffee. Spending time with you is the best part, I wouldn't have cared if we just sat at the station all night as long as I was with you... I have a feeling you wouldn't mind either, but we both feel obligated to do something to occupy ourselves from one another. We flirt, but we talk more. You nourish me with your presence. My parent's call me on cell wondering when I'll be home, telling me to come home and do my homework. We spend a final half an hour together and then my mother comes and picks up both us, then drives us home. I say goodbye, I hope to see you again soon, but I wonder, will I? Most likely, but I'd really like to know for sure, so I have something to look forward to.
