I'm here again, at your work. I'm not here to see you, I keep telling myself that but I know it's not true. I see you in the aisle, you are with some other girl, my heart catches in my throat and I speed off, you didn't see me, maybe I should just get what I came from and then go, in my searching you spy me and wave hello as if you are about to come say hi, but then you speed off in the other direction. I am checking out at the counter, I really will just leave, I shouldn't have come in the first place. You walk up to me and smile, maybe you weren't actually with her afterall. You invite me over and although I have homework to do I accept, no one could pass up an offer that alluring. Your mom gets off work and drives us both to your house, she seems to like me. We are alone, together in your basement. We are watching "The Nightmare Before Christmas" and I am doing my art homework. Before I know it you are on top of me, arms around me, face so close to mine, but you're tickling me. You know how ticklish I am, I squirm, you smile, you hold me for a moment and then I move so I can sit up again, you move my sketchbook out of the way and we lie there, entangled in the web of limbs, swuirming with all the tickling and biting, taking momentary breaks to breathe. We still haven't kissed, but I have the feeling we would have tonight if you'd had the chance. I sit here, alone in my room wondering if you're thinking about this evening the same way I am. I want to see you again.
