Movie Analysis Fuck - 1817 Words

Fuck, Michael. I moan, not realizing that Michael isn t the person with his lips around my dà ¯ck at the moment. Kellin stands up instantly, wiping his lips and raising an eyebrow. I knew you were still obsessed with that kid! He whisper-yells, grabbing his jacket and storming out of the library room. I look down on myself and sigh, wishing I had said the right name instead of the one I was screaming in my head. Yes, for fucks sake, I love Michael. I am madly in love with the boy with pink hair and big sweaters. The boy with emerald eyes and a button nose. The boy with a sing song giggle and a voice as soft as the cotton candy he loves to snack on. The boy with soft and cool hands and a pudgy tummy I really want to leave raspberry s†¦show more content†¦I shouldn t have said those things to you that night at the party. You were right. I did, do, want you. More than you know. I confess. Just then the librarian walks up and tells us to be quiet or leave, so I pack up Michael s books and sling his bag over my shoulder before holding my hand out for him. He rolls his eyes and entwines our fingers as we leave from the library. I lead Michael down the hallway to the auditorium and I sit with him on the stage. I m really sorry Michael. It doesn t change the fact that you used me. That was a lie. I- fuck I m really about to say this. Okay. I like you...Michael. I really, really, really like you. And I m fucking terrified that I m going to ruin you. And I know I already hurt you and it s been eating me alive because that s the last thing I wanted to do. You re so amazing in my eyes, Mikey. I love everything about you and you re way too good for me. I m - just - I m really sorry. Michael is silent for a minute before looking up to me with a small smile. You mean that? He asks. Every word of it. I can never get you off my mind. You re always right there and all I can do is crave you. Well, at least take me on a date first. Michael laughs, hopping off the stage and leaving the auditorium. I watch as he leaves, admiring his bum as it sways while he walks. I smile contently and trail after Michael to my biology class with Luke. What are you so smirky