Preppy smiles and school spirit running about under the humid air and hott sun. Yet going home with the company of an aircon and great talks and gossips with the best friends you love being with. The serious talk about someone you'd never expect you'd talk about! *gasp!* i love it when everything makes sense! :) The excitment buzzed through our ears and so the baths came one after the other. the make up station, the hair station and the everything else. my room lived up to it's reputation, til the end, good little girls cleaned up. teehee! off to harlem then girls. then sober lips strikes again. Perfect girl rolled her eyes at the sight of perfect guy and yet he was the one who helped her out through her imperfections. The night the drunken lips stuck through the beam of lights, blinding the eyes of perfection. Dance to the beat of melodies beating through your heart and let it all spill to the ground. As you see the past pass by once again let not a greeting step out of your lips. Though too sober to think right tonight, you got your friends to stand on ground. And yet the perfect girl stepped into every sip of alcohol there is, and splashed on the puddles of wine. Not so perfect after all and yet the hand held out from perfect guy, showed much of perfection shining through him.
it just sucks that you're supposed to control yourself coz your bestfriend just can't control herself. you're the responsible one.
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