I’ve hit an all time low. I was sure it would be a chemical romance that we’d hit it off straight away, I mean just the way he asked me was cute, leaving me a crumpled note on my desk saying “you me at six?” I knew it was him because when i asked him if the sum was 41 he blushed insted of replying. That night we went out, he was really sweet we spoke about how we were the misfits at school. But then we went to a disco, i painced and had to leave. The next time we spoke he asked me again I said no, he said “but I’ll make it a day to remeber, hell! I’d bring you the horizon if I could!” I went, he turned up in his pency prep uniform when I asked why he replied “its just some mindless self indulgence, loosen up a bit.” When I asked what we were doing he said “well, we could go bowling, or for soup?”
And at that moment I realized,
I had spent the past half hour of my life writing a paragraph with as many band references in as I could…