Twenty One Pilots: A Short Story
So there's this chick that I've practically liked since the 7th grade.
It's fucking weird, I know. (Currently: I'm 15 and in the 9th grade.)
But for some reason I just like, mentally CAN NOT get over her.
We'll call her, Jenny for the purposes of hiding the identity of the actual person here, for the privacy of them and to keep the small ammount of respect that she has left for me. So anyways, she's legitimate perfection to me, beautiful blonde hair, amazingly colored eyes that occasionally change shade, great sense of humor, great personality, wonderful taste in music. Just. I don't know man. We're so much alike.
We both feel the same about nearly everything. We listen to the same bands, have the same opinons, beliefs, wishes, ect.
To me, looking at her, was like looking at a piece of art. …show more content…
She's just, she's great. I absolutely love her and it's so damn weird because it's been that way ever since I met her.
We barely had any classes together in middle school but the ones that we did have together, I looked foward to. I looked foward to those classes alot. Band class in 7th grade was like the only grade that
I was ever able to hold an actual conversation with her. I learned a fair bit about her in 7th grade. We were both in percussion and played the same instrument so we were always in the back of the huge classroom where nobody could hardly hear us talking. We had time back there man.
We told eachother dumb stuff, never anything important. We weren't close or anything, we just talked alot. I really didn't have many emotionally close friends back then, not many friends at all actually.
I had two friends that I can actually remember having from back then.
We'll call those guys, Tyler, and Earl. Cool guys. I still talk to
It's fucking weird, I know. (Currently: I'm 15 and in the 9th grade.)
But for some reason I just like, mentally CAN NOT get over her.
We'll call her, Jenny for the purposes of hiding the identity of the actual person here, for the privacy of them and to keep the small ammount of respect that she has left for me. So anyways, she's legitimate perfection to me, beautiful blonde hair, amazingly colored eyes that occasionally change shade, great sense of humor, great personality, wonderful taste in music. Just. I don't know man. We're so much alike.
We both feel the same about nearly everything. We listen to the same bands, have the same opinons, beliefs, wishes, ect.
To me, looking at her, was like looking at a piece of art. …show more content…
She's just, she's great. I absolutely love her and it's so damn weird because it's been that way ever since I met her.
We barely had any classes together in middle school but the ones that we did have together, I looked foward to. I looked foward to those classes alot. Band class in 7th grade was like the only grade that
I was ever able to hold an actual conversation with her. I learned a fair bit about her in 7th grade. We were both in percussion and played the same instrument so we were always in the back of the huge classroom where nobody could hardly hear us talking. We had time back there man.
We told eachother dumb stuff, never anything important. We weren't close or anything, we just talked alot. I really didn't have many emotionally close friends back then, not many friends at all actually.
I had two friends that I can actually remember having from back then.
We'll call those guys, Tyler, and Earl. Cool guys. I still talk to