tick-tock
tick-tock
the night flew by
and before she knew it
midnight had gotten the better of her
but before she had the chance to lay down
they swooped her up and carried her into the night
the colors shifted around her
and what once was
proved to be over
so they changed directions
in search of another place
to get their fill
as the cross-streets
turned into cross-walks
they discovered themselves
in the company of strangers
feeling all but uncomfortable
because the universe works in mysterious ways
last night was really, quite fun. We (Julia, Kashi, Marquita, Kaitie, Ellie and I) went to a party off campus that was NOT an oxy party. We, for some reason, thought that going to a random guys house party after he hollered at us from the street was a good idea, and, actually, it was. These people were chill. The majority of them work at American Apparel, including this guy named Daryl who is the host of the party. This turns out to be some sort of birthday party for his friend. So we chilled. Daryl and I have a pretty legit converstation and kiss a few times. He asks me if I'm going to spend the night and I tell him I would think about it. Now, none of the girls are about to leave me there over night so eventually we all bounce. He's totally chill with it, I mean, hell, he was so drunk he would have passed out before anything happened anyways. Eventually we all go to bed at about 5 in the morning... at 11 I get a call from my dad and I'm barely able to open my eyes, at 11:10 I get another call, this time it's Daryl. I jump out of bed, I'm so goddamned surprised, and we talk for a couple of minutes. he wants to apologize for being so drunk the night before and tells me that it was probably good that I left because he did pass out and so on and so forth... then he says he'll call later. I'm thinkin: yeah, right. I don't know why this kid even called me at all, but he's definitely not going to call back. it's 6 o'clock at night and I get another call from Daryl... this time he's calling to tell me he's going into a meeting but wants to know if it'd be ok if he called me when he gets out around 11 or so. of course I say yes.
now I'm being one of those stupid cliche girls and waiting by my phone.
he's totally my type.
you have no idea.
tick-tock
the night flew by
and before she knew it
midnight had gotten the better of her
but before she had the chance to lay down
they swooped her up and carried her into the night
the colors shifted around her
and what once was
proved to be over
so they changed directions
in search of another place
to get their fill
as the cross-streets
turned into cross-walks
they discovered themselves
in the company of strangers
feeling all but uncomfortable
because the universe works in mysterious ways
last night was really, quite fun. We (Julia, Kashi, Marquita, Kaitie, Ellie and I) went to a party off campus that was NOT an oxy party. We, for some reason, thought that going to a random guys house party after he hollered at us from the street was a good idea, and, actually, it was. These people were chill. The majority of them work at American Apparel, including this guy named Daryl who is the host of the party. This turns out to be some sort of birthday party for his friend. So we chilled. Daryl and I have a pretty legit converstation and kiss a few times. He asks me if I'm going to spend the night and I tell him I would think about it. Now, none of the girls are about to leave me there over night so eventually we all bounce. He's totally chill with it, I mean, hell, he was so drunk he would have passed out before anything happened anyways. Eventually we all go to bed at about 5 in the morning... at 11 I get a call from my dad and I'm barely able to open my eyes, at 11:10 I get another call, this time it's Daryl. I jump out of bed, I'm so goddamned surprised, and we talk for a couple of minutes. he wants to apologize for being so drunk the night before and tells me that it was probably good that I left because he did pass out and so on and so forth... then he says he'll call later. I'm thinkin: yeah, right. I don't know why this kid even called me at all, but he's definitely not going to call back. it's 6 o'clock at night and I get another call from Daryl... this time he's calling to tell me he's going into a meeting but wants to know if it'd be ok if he called me when he gets out around 11 or so. of course I say yes.
now I'm being one of those stupid cliche girls and waiting by my phone.
he's totally my type.
you have no idea.
posted by Ella Enchanted | 10:19 PM
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