I miss you. I should be enjoying myself but I’m not. I usually love coming to parties with my mates after a good match. I’d most likely be upside down on a keg right about now- but I keep thinking about you. My little nerd. If I could have it my way you’d be tucked under my arm right now, but you wanted to stay home tonight. And as much as I wanted to be there with you, you said I deserved to go have some fun tonight. But what you didn’t get was that ever since I started dating you- none of these parties meant anything to me.

I don’t care if all I’d be doing right now would be watching you study while Gilmore Girls plays on your small tv. Being with you is all I want. Now and until hell freezes over. I know the real reason you didn’t agree to come when I asked you. It wasn’t because you were ‘behind on homework’, you never are. It was because you don’t like being around my friends, not that you thought they were mean or anything, they just weren’t your crowd. A party definitely wasn’t your scene. A party filled with loud music and tons of people, with an anxiety filled girl thrust into it? Yeah, no. You’d much rather wear one of your soft cardigans with your favorite jeans, instead of these short ass dresses most of the girls here are wearing.

Feeling fed up with my thoughts of pining and missing you, I decide to text you. I clicked on your contact (you’re pinned obviously) I texted “I miss you a lot.” I sent before choosing to send two more. “You fucking geek ass nerd.” “But you’re mine” I closed my phone and pretended that I wasn’t counting down the seconds until you replied.