nine days till christmas break yayyyyy!

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I sit at my desk, studying for my math exam. I scratch my chin and sigh. "When did we even learn this...?" I mumble and smack my forehead lightly on my mahogany desk.

"This is terrible." I say. Suddenly I hear a few taps on my window. My eyes shift over to the clock to see what time it was.

12:27 am? Who'd visit someone at this time? I get up and cautiously make my way over to the window. Who knows, it could be a psychopath murderer...

I move my curtains out of the way and see C/n, my best friend crying outside my window. My face turns into a sympathetic worried expression as I unlock my window, punch the screen out, and let C/n in.

"C/n, are you alright? That's a stupid question. Oh, I'm so stupid. What I mean to say is: what's wrong?" I ask him as he sits on my bed.

"I-I broke up with her." He stutters. I embrace him into a hug. "What? Why? I've never seen you so happy with anyone else!" I state. "She loves someone else." He says, shifting his glassy eyes to the floor.

"Oh my gosh. Who could be better than you? From what I've seen you treated her like a princess. Every book she's told you to read you read it. Whenever you'd go watch movies with her and her mom you wouldn't complain. When she asked you to go to her grandparents house you went! Who does she think she-" He stops my by pressing his index finger to my lips.

Tears slowly drip from his colourless face. "I'm sorry." I quietly tell him. "I know you are. I knew she loved him since he moved to town." He says.

"Maybe I got annoying. Maybe I left her too many messages on her answering machine." He says. "No, any girl would kill for that." I look away. "I'd kill for that." I say under my breath.

"Y/n?" He asks. My eyes turn to his c/e/c eyes. "Yeah?" I reply. "Do you like me?" He asks. I look away again. "If I tell you the truth will you not be my friend anymore?" I ask him, wiping my clammy hands on my sweats.

He shakes his head. "I thought that if you did we could... maybe date?" He almost asks. I look at him with shock. "After I feel better though." I nod my head, understanding.

"Then yes, I do like you." I tell him, butterflies erupting in my stomach. "Sooo, can I do this?" He presses his lips so mine. I slowly wrap my arms around his neck and pull away.

"I guess I'll accept it." I tell him, smiling uncontrollably. "Good."

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je veux ça dans mon vie très mal!!!

no that wasn't gibberish chill. it's called FRENCH. now i pretty much said that that is my goals in life.