Something About You
LOU
It was Sunday, and I was still thinking about the other day when we had kissed. Well I had kissed him, but whatever. Andrè had managed to hurt me again, the moment he had walked away from me. I had made a promise to myself that I wouldn't cry over him ever again. Sure, I wasn't crying as I sat in my bedroom watching from the window as Andrè and Abi sat on his front porch talking. I wished I could hear what they were saying, what they were talking about, but I couldn't. I knew whatever it was had to be kind of serious, because neither were very smiley or happy looking. Andrè looked nervous and serious, and Abi's face held a look of utter confusion and betrayal. I watched as she stood up a