you and forrest are complicated. you know how bad he wants to make you his girlfriend, yet you give him mixed signals all the time. you like the feeling of him chasing after you.

you’re sitting on the sidewalk at a gas station, watching as he cracks his fingers in satisfying frustration. his mind is always filled with shit because of his bipolar and it does make you feel a little guilty for giving him mixed signals sometimes.

he turns to look at you. “let’s go mine.”