secretshidden-within

Is it wrong That I glance up at the clouds, Feeling the wind through my hair, And dream of a mystifying land Where one can be accepted no matter what? Is it wrong That I choose to wear jeans down past my heels, Baggy and ripped at the knees, Unlike all the other boys that wear athletic Shorts, so unscathed and clean? Is it wrong That I ask people about their troubles, Sometimes doing all in my mortal power To help them surpass the simple, Even ones I have not defeated myself? Is it wrong That while the few friends I have Dance around giddily and go to The most extreme only to impress, But I only hang back in silent content

Michael straightened his tie quietly in the mirror at his apartment. His hands shook nervously as he made sure he looked his best. After a long night of thinking about it and wondering how he could make advances he finally decided to just come out with it. He was going to tell Naomi Kimishima that he loved her and he couldn't wait another day. He walked out of the bathroom and checked his cell phone, brows furrowing at the lack of messages. Each time she'd say something that even remotely sounded like flirting, his face would flair up in red and mostly he was glad they just communicated over the phone. Heart racing, he put on his dress shoes