she walks into the room like a sentence that forgot to whisper
light brown hair pulled back in a way that says she didn’t try
but still somehow gets it right
clear glasses catching the light
tall enough to see past most people
loud enough not to care if they notice
he’s already talking
as always
saying something dumb and brilliant at the same time
arms moving like punctuation
grinning like the world is a joke he just made up
and we’re all lucky enough to hear the punchline
she rolls her eyes
again
he makes her want to scream
and sometimes she does
but then he looks at her
just for a second
not like she’s the loud girl with opinions
but like he hears something else in the way she says everything
and she hates that
hates how he can annoy her and make her laugh in the same breath
how he can say the wrong thing
but still show up
still remember her favorite pen got lost last week
and hand her one just like it
without saying a word
they argue over the best snacks
the worst songs
who should’ve won the talent show
they sit too close
or not close enough
everyone says they fight like siblings
but it doesn’t feel like that
not really
it feels like something waiting
something leaning forward
holding its breath
and maybe nothing will happen
or maybe everything will
maybe they’ll graduate
drift apart
forget
or maybe
just maybe
one day he’ll say something that isn’t a joke
and she won’t roll her eyes
she’ll smile
and say
so what’s next
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