Thinkin Bout You Frank Ocean ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸**

"I've been thinkin' 'bout you, do you think about me still? Do ya, do ya? Or do you not think so far ahead? 'Cause I been thinkin' 'bout forever, ooh"

"Yes, of course, I remember, how could I forget How you feel? You know you were my first time, a new feel It won't ever get old, not in my soul, not in my spirit, keep it alive We'll go down this road 'til it turns from colour to black and white"

I swear it was a simple misheard word. Surely he wasnt talking about me. Surely. I mean, he was facing away, so words could've been mixed up, and what i heard wasnt correct. There's absolutely no way in hell that Weston McKinley just called me "My girl." No. Fucking. Way.

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I've definitely never been big on boys, even when i had a boyfriend. I liked them, but never really liked them. I would distract myself by telling myself i did. But i think Weston was the first guy i actually liked. Or loved...

But it's over. It's been over, since last year. So surely Weston is over it. I mean, I am. I think... No. Yeah. I'm SO over him. I barely liked (loved) him anyway. So seeing him around is wierd, but fine. Since i do not like him anymore. It's only gotten wierder since i found out TWO of my bestfriends like him now. Anyway, this whole ex boyfriend thing is crazy, it was barely two months, we weren't right. And after i broke up with him, like there was any chance he still wanted me, right? After all these other girls he had talked to after me...

...back to the plot babes...

"Holy shit, West. 'You're girl' is right behind you," Weston's friend Kyle laughed, pointing at me. I could hear the way he was mocking both me and Weston as he said "Your girl".

Weston turned, looking at me, his eyes growing wide. He looked, if possible, even more pretty than usual, his brunette curls framing the top of his head and his brown eyes wide and golden brown. My friends stood behind me, clearly jealous..