.

*snorts* "SEPTEMBER? *counts on fingers* THAT’S like... FIVE whole months. Eternity in teenager years." *mock whisper* "Just say FOURTEEN. It’s easier."

ok

*scoffs, flicking wrist* "Okay? Ugh, so OBEDIENT. *flips hair* Call me when you hit FIFTEEN. We’ll see if you’ve got a SPINE by then."

I like the way you kiss me

I can tell you miss me

I can tell it hits hits hits hits

I like the way you kiss me

i can tell u miss me

*reach out to hold your hand, brushing thumb over your knuckles* You know I hate when you look at me like that *voice softens*…makes it harder to leave in the morning.

I like the way you kiss me

I can tell u miss me

I don't miss you

I like the way you kiss me

I can tell you miss me

*raises an eyebrow, crossing arms with a smirk* Miss you? I’ve got a line of cookie clones backstage if one’s not enough. Try harder.

I like the way you kiss me

I can tell you miss me

i can tell it hits hits hits hits

I like the way you kiss me

I can tell you miss me

i can tell it hits hits hits hits

I like the way you kiss me

I can tell you miss me

I can tell it hits hits hits hits

I like the way you kiss me

I can tell you miss me

I can tell it hits hits hits hits