About Mikey

I actually don't think that Miley just likes me. Like, the other day I asked if I could sit with him at lunch and he said no, I actually like to sit alone. And I laughed and he gave me this look that was, like, why are you laughing. And then he went back to dipping his pizza in ranch and I stopped laughing. I never knew people dipped their pizza in ranch until middle school and I still think it's weird.

Did I show you this text I sent him? I said that we should hang out sometime and grab coffee becauae he said a lot of cool things about Jane Eyre in class and they were things I wanted to say but I wasn't sure if they were right. And he just, like, said them. Because they're opinions, you know? They aren't wrong or right or anything because they're just opinions. I mean, people have opinions that are wrong because they're horrible things and prejudice and evil and whatever, but they're wrong because of those reasons, not just because they exist. If that makes sense. Anyway, he didn't text me back. I don't even remember why I have his number.

I will say that high school is different than I thought it would be. But in a good way! All those stupid cliques you worry about in middle school just sort of evaporate. Or maybe they don't evaporate, they're probably still there, but I guess people are so wrapped up in their own friends that they forget to make fun of other people for not having any. Or I don't know. Maybe we're getting better. Maturing. Ma-toor-ing. Haha.

Wait I remember now! Why I have Mikey's number. Oh my god this is so funny. Or sad. It's probably both. I sat behind him in pre-calc last year and he had just gotten a new cell phone and a new number, and he was writing it over and over again in his notebook. Probably so he wouldn't forget it. And I looked over his shoulder and peeked at it. Oh my gosh. Such a loser. I can't even remember if I've texted him since then. Oh my gosh, was that the first thing I ever sent him? Did he even know it was me? Oh my gosh, do I text him again? Do I tell him? What do I do?!

Maybe he does like me and he doesn't know how to say it. If that's the case I wish he'd say so. He could say that, it could really be that simple. But I guess things that are simple aren't always easy, right? I mean, you'd think they'd be. Simple, easy, we just go back and forth between those things like they're the same thing.

Did you hear about Justin's surprise party?