Where being twitterpated is allowed. Condoned. AWESOME. *is twitterpated*
I am. Sam I am, twitterpated. With this girl, Oh My Goodness, whith this girl. Person. MEAOW.
And we're being cute over msn. EEeeeeek!
And I played w/ the back of her neck w/ a throwing knife in the car. And she said thank you over text message, later, for the scratches on her neck from it. Just like that. Thank you, btw... *melts* That's hot. She agrees. It's hot.
And thinking about it all, the way she enjoys serving, the way she threw my waterbottle off the bleachers outside after asking if I'd already drank from it and then appologized...
We ran across the field, raced, to the opposite goal post. I won, by speed and advantage of knowing where I was going. Sat on the sunnier slope. She started poking me with this big stick, and as I looked over I felt that energy emanate between us. It was splendid, and then I saw her sister coming across the field towards us and I broke the moment, for now. I wanted the energy fairly level between the three of us.
And then there were vegan cupcakes. YUM. They dropped me off at work, 'cause I was running a few minutes late, and then said that they'll drop a few more cupcakes off at my work before heading off to a concert. WELL!!! This was the moment of truth. Would they both come in? Would it be just one of them? Muahahahaha.
It was her :) She came in, alone, to drop off three cupcakes, each of every flavour made. I thanked her, she hung around awkwardly, but I had to work... I gave her a hug and said goodbye. Oh it was so satisfying. And a brilliant, brilliant hug.
I'm going to go melt off into memories and tiredness and possibly more msn conversations.
//collapses
<3
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