I Was Watching The Bedtime Stories Ad..

and got inspired.

it started raining guitar pics, and a limo drove by me, it stopped a couple steps away, then you came out of it. oh, it's you.

you took me by surprise, cradled me to the car, we took a ride around town, we talked, we laughed. we teased, we hugged, we said our goodbyes.

i didnt even breathe yet and you called me, saying u missed me. my favourite song started playing in the background. you said u played it on purpose, right on the moment when i picked up the phone.

it wasnt our song, and u hated the artist. you still listened to it. and i got a flashback of the night before.

you brought me to a cafe with an open mic. you 'coincidentally' had your guitar with you and performed that song. you changed the lyrics, and made fun of my nail-biting habit.

i laughed. and before the song finished u passed the mic to someone else. someone who before that was holding flowers and waiting for you to get off the stage.

u traded the mic in for the flowers, and u made ur way back to our table with a not so successful spontanious sexy swaying strut. and when u got to the table, my name was on the card.

as i unfold the card, i could see our picture together, with our tongues out and we were making lazy eyes. the flash was bright, so in the back i could only see the nylon light of the place where we first met, the place where you made it official.

the place where u kissed me for the first time. i realized that u were still looking at me, waiting for my reaction. but i realized, i already did react. i felt my cheeks getting hot. and u laughed and called me a monkey with blushed cheeks.

obviously, i was smiling and blushing at the same time. i heard you pickering with your brothers through the phone, telling him to shut up. but he just kept saying mushy mushy things, stuffs that u would say to me when im sulking.

you know me too well and so you know just what to say. i love that about you. you're a fast learner. but i'm still sticking to what, according to you, made u more interested in me. 'Try to keep up if u can.'

yes, i was playing hard to get. and i know u were too. and know, we're buying each other's words like there was nothing in this world that couldnt be trusted.

i was back in reality when i heard u lock your bedroom door and realized it was quarter to midnight. we said our goodbyes when we both yawned at the same time. i knew u had to rest. u knew i just like to sleep.

You wanted to sing me a lullabye, but we agreed that you'd be sleeping while u were singing too, and no one would hang up, and we'd die of debt. Even though u're as filthy as britney, u were keeping your promise of saving your savings that you made to yourself. Goodnight, love.

okay, so it got crappier by the paragraph. im getting sleepier okay? it's not sweet or wakeva. but, yeah. shut up.