OMIGAWD! TEENAGERS!

Sleep deprivation has screwed with my memory.

I can only vaguely remember some things, the things that may be the most important parts of the night.

I remember you – was that you? – smiling at me as I shot you with the ‘laser gun’ and you turned around, saw me, and smiled. I remember us flirting and you “picking on me to get my attention”, my memories are all pretty vague.

But I can remember you, coming and sitting next to me, beside me, panting, you’d been running. You were happy when I spoke to you.

I remember when we got back to your place at 4am, and you must have thought I was staying over, I smiled at you, and you back, then when someone asked whether I would be there all night, you smiled so big, then tried to hide it, and then when I said I wasn’t, you got all sad, and kind of pissed off, if I say so myself.

I want to see where this goes, if this goes anywhere, or was it all fake memory, the haze added to the appeal and you’re really an immature moron who I’m wasting my time thinking about, another waste of time perhaps? God I hope not.

You seemed really sweet, it was all really sweet, and so different to how normal meetings and such are. If this was our first meeting, imagine our first date, imagine… oh god imagine.

I hope this isn’t all just my imagination; I really want this to work out. You’re so cute, and it would be a nice story to tell people.