Julianna

standing at my wide-open locker with the pictures of you all over it, and sees you looking at me, and starts furiously walking towards you, keeping my locker open and holding my textbooks and journal with pictures taped on it in my hand Watcha lookin’ at, Marissa? Something that you’re never going to get or be, huh? puffs my chest out, my memory glands pushing against my top, showing a little bit