February 4, 2012
Aria wore a pink and black flannel today. It wasn't too big on her and she was still pretty. Her long brown hair was pulled into a tight ponytail and you could see the stud earrings she wore. The black skinny jeans had rips and tears in them showing off her skin. It looked so soft.
I want to kiss her pink lips. The lips that wrapped around each syllable of each and every word she spoke. Her voice was so mesmerizing. It was as if the entire world held their breath just to hear what she had to say. The way she used her hands to explain things made me smile. The kind of smile that you get when you are genuinely happy. The happiness I love seeing on Aria's face. How her green eyes light up at the mention of any topic that interests her. I want to know what topics interest her. I want to know why she likes certain things. I want to know her.
Harry told me she is a freshman. I don't care that I'm a senior. I just want her. I want to be able to erase those creases in her forehead when she becomes serious. Why can't I have her?
Harry said I could have her. I know he was lying. He wants her too. I can tell by the way he avoids my gaze whenever I mention her (which is often).