1.
The Lesbians are cooler than me and mostly foreign. One of them tells me I should go to London and I say, “I’d like to but I can’t. I’m still sort of in love with someone there, and I’d crash into him every night.”
“But London is much bigger than New York,” she says, and I shrug. “You just think it’s small because you only hang out in the trendy parts, and I’m sure he does too.”
She says the word “trendy” like it means “shit” and then her cigarette sets off the smoke alarm.
2.
I spent too long at the mirror and now I want to chop off all my hair. Instead I chop my hemline and wear a shirt and a pair of tights out the door.
“Cute dress,” says my date as we push through the party.
“It’s a shirt,” I correct and he shrugs.
“Now every girl who reads The Cobra Snake is gonna think it’s a dress. Way to ruin the moment.” We giggle like thieves and the party is too packed.
We want to leave after ten minutes but it takes us two hours to say our goodbyes.
3.
Walking home by myself doesn’t scare me, but seeing you on the street does. In a good way.
“So that’s how you wear a shirt,” you smirk. It’s so cold the streets are empty, but we’re going opposite ways.
A block from my apartment I walk behind a pack of boys and wonder what hugging you hard would feel like, and if it’s worth it to care.
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Awww…! You’re such a sweet kid and make for a great coming-of-age protagonist… love your g/holden moments entries. What I find even more fascinating and admirable is that you can be both poignant here yet so media- savvy and diplomatic on Fashionista, esp. to the rare, sort of hilariously ridiculous but still kinda mean comments. How’d you turn out like this? =)
it’s the lip gloss
its a cherry coke float