What I want to keep.

Tonight, I went with a friend and we watched the sky on the cabin of a boat as we ate our Taco bell treats. I had forgotten my shoes, thinking of other things, and it was just a bit cold so I let her use my jacket. There were spiders leading from the fence we jumped all the way down the dock we walked across. It was quiet, and the only motion was that of people taking walks in the dark and a street light that constantly blinked red.

It was hard to see her face, since the only lights were at our backs, but we smiled and laughed and she pointed out the big dipper. It was nice, how the vessel rocked with our movement, and there were no breezes, and it was peaceful.

She drove and the streets were empty, and Stars was in the CD player, singing in harmony as she stroked the back of my neck and steered with one hand. I went home with her, to play a video game but the television was preoccupied and so were we. Playing with the cat and falling asleep on each other, waking up with a slap fight. Once we were red and the marks were warm, we crawled into bed and cuddled. Her fingers trailed over my skin, until she hit my ticklish spot and I snorted, a war beginning. A treuce ended it, and was later betrayed. Giggles, and cut off words that ended in snickering, stroking down the bridge of a nose and minutes of hugging later, it was all interrupted.

The night was shot to hell. But the car ride home made it better. She was warm, and drove in a blanket because she didn't want to put pants on. I fit in with her.

But not with them.

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Hello, I'm that one girl that everyone claims to know, the one who smiles in your general direction and waves as if she or you mean something. I'm the quiet and still hour between sunset and sunrise, I'm cool sprinkles of rain on your over-heated face. I'm the feeling you get when you finally beat the boss of whatever video game you were playing- after having to put the controls down and walk away. I'm the white noise on your radio and the flutter in your heart after a kiss. I'm the girl who understands when no one else does and the one who seems to never be understood in return, I'm the child who cries in bed during a thunderstorm and the mother who wants desperately to go offer comfort. I'm the beating in your chest, I'm your last breath and the event it takes to open your eyes to the world. I'm unimpressive, complex and wonderful, and I want nothing to do with you.

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Joann Fabrics

June 2008 - Present

Dicks Drive-in on Broadway

May 2007 - December 2007

Party City

September 2006 - May 2007

Cold Stone Creamery

February 2006 - August 2006