Message to Anyone, v. 38 Options

[Elba]

Hey bitches. Write a message to anyone off of cB.

: Baby, I love youuuuuuu. You're the best... and wrost, haha.

[Melissa]

Hey, You.

You, across-the-hall neighbor, friend, homework-buddy, you.

You walk into my room the same way you walked into my life - unannounced and uncaring of the fact that I'm in my towel and shivering because of the cold (in the sunny summer). You look around; eyes glazed over, and dig into my fridge on a search for milk. Without asking, I might add.

I like to add in drama to our non-existent relationship, such as the idea that you've hurt me deeply and never keep your promises, when in fact, the only time you hurt me is when you smile and say "hi" in the mornings (and also when you don't) and the only promise you've ever broken is the one when you promised to buy me more milk.

And I tried to hate you once so we could have that clichéd hate-turned-love relationships, but when you grin at me and squeeze me around the shoulders, I can't help but to crush on you harder. And I try not to admit it to myself so I could have that clichéd don't-know-her-own-feeling romances where heroine's best friend tricks main characters into realizing their true feelings, but who am I kidding? Nobody knows myself more than I do.

I dance with other boys at frat parties when I see you there and even when I don't know if you'll be there, half-hoping you would notice or somebody would tell you and then you'd realize that maybe you want to be that body supporting my half-drunk (completely plastered) frame. It never works, and even when people do mention that guy that totally ass-raped you to me right in front of you, you just laugh with them at my misfortune that it was a jerk who danced with me instead of you.

I've seen you more naked than most (except the girls you like to talk about, but I'd rather not think about them) and it's nothing special and I'm never inclined to keep staring because frankly, you're a little too hairy for my taste, and your body's not as great as your suite-mate who's a runner, but I do think it's cute that you're comparable to Austin Powers or a chimpanzee.

And there's also nothing special about your personality. You make fun of the shows I watch and the posters on my wall and you take advantage of me when you need science or math help and you make jokes at my expense whenever I say something completely random and unnecessary (I can't help it sometimes) and sometimes you make me feel like a complete idiot in the weirdest way possible, so how come I can't stop thinking about you?

You're nothing special. Not really. We don't really have much to talk about ever. We like the same music, but on a very basic level, so when you ask me if I've heard of a very specific band (who you think is awesome), I usually don't know who you're talking about and vice versa.

And you completely ignore me whenever other, prettier girls are in the room and that bugs me because it tells me that you're shallow. I'm nothing but a fly on the wall compared to the beauties that visit your room.

But …

Actually…

Writing this has helped me realize.

Maybe I don't like you that much after all.