removing our shoes suddenly and walking barefooted from bustop to your place, sitting in the passenger seat while you drove your mum's car (illegally), singing out loud and off-key with whatever song we knew on the radio (do you know, i only dare to sing when its just the two of us), witnessing you bump into a van while parking the car and not knowing what to say besides, "uh oh, think we should park somewhere else in case the guy finds out". i was mighty tempted to grab your arms, afraid i'll lose you in the orchard crowd, but in the end only held onto your bag strap. i guess there're just some things we have to give up now that we're just friends. its nice though, this same same but different feeling (:
btw i hope your bum is okay. see, i said so many times, use the stairs. the slopey sides are not meant to be used, especially on rainy days haha (:
