if you asked the blonde,
"hey, who do you like?"

he would look down and bit his tongue with a chuckle.
he knows his name by heart, of course.
but his lips refuse to form the words due to paralyzing fear and
he doesn't want to see his friend's reactions.

they gently shove his arm and look up, smiling widely and eyes almost glowing.
"christine, ay? she is a trophy;"

no doubt the brown haired woman was
pretty.
freshman was freshmeat to a lot of the juniors
but raoul agreed to disagree.

she was sweet, elegant even
but she did not
grasp his heart and
made it fall upward to his
adam's apple.

he wished he wasn't so scared to
tell them
he wished he wasn't so scared to
tell him

//so i have never written anything POTO before, aha. If I get anything wrong feel free to comment!
ThePinkBurrito i hope u like the trash u created//