lunes, 14 de enero de 2013

Crossroad

Doscientas una entradas!!! Yujuuuu!!! Hehehehe... If you had asked me that question before, I wouldn't have internalized that and the answer would have been said in a heartbeat. But you had the great idea to ask me now, asshole.
It's been a while since I wrote here... Many things have happened in this time. But now I'm here just for you, goddamn Street.

She saw him at the first time at school and she found him unreachable, she tried to deviate her attention to other things, but she couldn't put her eyes and her ears away from him. 
Days later she talk to him, at last, and she found an unreachable door. 
After school, in the night, when she was in bed [just with underwear], she wished with all her heart to be with him, to hug him, even if it happens just once. 
And she fell asleep with that wish. 
Next morning she woke up and she was a boy, with strong arms and a deep, although sweet, voice. She needed to go to school, but she wasn't worried about her body change, or even concerned about authorities, she was excited about him.
Now he was reachable.
She went to school, now turned into 'he', and the reason of his wish was right there, standing outside the building. He went by his back and put his arms around him, and told him "I'm right here, you don't have to wait any longer", the beloved boy turn around and look him in the eye. And then he kissed him.
It was the happiest moment of his-her life, it has to be a lie, he must be dreaming... Wait a second, Dreaming?
Then she woke up, "Are you fucking kidding me? That was really a dream?" she thought.
In fact, she was in her bedroom, naked, so she lift the sheets, and Oh! Surprise! The little, erect friend was right there, like saying "Hey! Don't forget about me!"... 
Naked? 
He looked around, and right next to him was the reason of the change, sleeping like a baby.



P.S.: With this I want you to know how much I needed to know you deeper...
P.S.2: You're just like another friend, and you... You're just like another friend, too.
P.S.3: Here I can tell you, and you can notice, that I'm grateful about your dream :3
                     
Street, you don't know how much I'm obsessed about you.

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