he's getting swallowed here, you know?

he did things for you just cause it'll make you smile, just cause it will make your life easier, just to make your day a lot or even just a little better and expect nothing in return. he won't ever let you think he don't care, not even for a second. not when who got him holding thirteen reasons why he has his eyes on you.

at how you talk. how you smile. your humor. how you eat. how stubborn you are. how you could make him pause. how petty you can make him. how you won't give up. how you could make him stupidly frustrated. how you always got the best say on things. how you got him second guessing. how you give a shit every damn time. how you pulled the best and bad outta him. it was like you're just out to get him, and he can't help but to just loathe you lately at how hard he longs for you, how much his rotten mind worships you.

it's not okay. but what can he do when he can't tell you what he really feels? what can he do when he can't tell you that he loves you since we're nine on that ice skating rink? what can he do when you're here telling him you're going on a date?

"good for you." he muttered softly, his voice like a fallen feather brushing on your skin, his eyes, happy as they seem, blues the greens in them. so much for watering our cactuses together every morning, right?