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I’m convinced that hell has an intercom system and the buzz of my alarm clock is played at full volume on repeat against the screams of all the lost souls.
I look away from her. I hate that she’s hot. I hate that she’s a brunette, because I really like her long, light brown hair and the way it’s pulled back, all messy and shit.
Why does she have to be so damn mean? Mean girls are my weakness, and I think I just now figured that out.
“You kiss like you’re trying to resuscitate a dead cat,” she says, disgusted. “You kiss like you are a dead cat.”
“You probably fuck like a limp noodle.” “I fuck like I’m Thor.”
“Why do you taste like onions?” she asks. I shrug. “I just ate pizza.” She glances into the kitchen. “Is there any left?” I nod. “It’s in the fridge.”
“Do you want her?” He seems genuinely shocked, like he didn’t see this coming at all. I shake my head. “No, I don’t want her,” I sign. “But I feel like I need her. So bad. She’s so…”
“She’s the best worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”
I have to find that porno, because after experiencing that kiss, I’m addicted. Addicted to all things Bridgette.
“You did smile, Bridgette,” I whisper. “And you need to own it, because it was fucking beautiful.”
She laughs, and I pull away from her. I look down at her mouth and then into her eyes. “My God.” She shakes her head, confused. “What?” “Your laugh.” I kiss her on the lips. “Fucking phenomenal,”
I need her to admit that there’s an actual heart inside her chest. And that sometimes it beats for me.
She’s nothing I’ve ever wanted in a girl. And absolutely everything I need.
I press my lips to hers with such delicacy; I want her to feel everything she’s ever deserved to feel at the hands of someone else. She deserves to feel beautiful. She deserves to feel important. She deserves to feel cared for. She deserves to feel respected. She deserves to feel like there’s at least one other person in this world who accepts her for exactly who she is. She deserves to know how I feel, because I feel all of those things. And maybe a little more.
“I can’t believe I’m falling in love with such a stupid, stupid asshole.”
“The only difference between falling in love and being in love is that your heart already knows how you feel, but your mind is too stubborn to admit it.”
She begins to shake her head. “Warren…” “I know,” I interject. “I said it. Get over it. I love you, Bridgette.”
“I don’t want you to change, Bridgette. I’m not in love with who you could be, or who you used to be, or who the world says you should be. I’m in love with you. Right now. Just like this.”
