im gonna just write the number as the title from now on.
this is gonna be off the top of my head. again.

Monday I find myself skipping French to sit in front of her school on my bike, my foot poised and ready on the pedal, just waiting for some kind of explosion to set it into motion.
And then I see her.
She on the bench just 20 yards from where I am, and the Boyfriend is talking to her. Very urgently...
Oh. They aren't talking. Right.
I dont know why this comes as such a surprise to me, considering I knew she was straight and I knew she had a boyfriend...but somehow I just never thought of her doing the...physical part of the relationship. Which I now see seems very important to the two of them.
But just as I'm pushing off the ground to fly back to my French class, or no, check the clock, I've got lunch now, how convenient, the bell to AWS rings and I hear her voice. And I hear my name. And I realize that they are quite likely to be the same thing. So I stop, and turn, slowly, slowly around, to see Amelia racing towards me, and the Boyfriend, rejected and slumping, on the bench. I put on a smile and wave.
"Wednesday!! What are you doing here?" She sits on the curb and pats the space beside her. "Come. Sit. Tell me."
I stutter for an answer, wondering where my normal cool and breezy manner has gone. Not that I'm always so cool and breezy, but this is just wierd. I sit and fumble for an excuse. "I- I- My sister goes here...she's- she's a senior." Oh god. I dont have a sister.
Amelia looks searchingly across my face. "You have a sister?"
My thoughts exactly.
"Yeah, her name is- Her name is Lily. She- she lives with my dad." Well, at least my parents really ARE divorced.
Amelia smiles. "I see. So you just happened to be strolling by..."
"I had to give her a- a letter. Dad said it was urgent." I breathe in, out. God, I am a horrible liar.
"But really, Wednesday, you came to see me. Right?" her eyes twinkle and I sigh inwardly. Why is she soo...
"Yea. Of course." I grin.."You caught me."
She shrugs. "Nothing to it."
And then she grabbed my hand and spread it across her knee, her fingers moving across the knuckles. I tried to block out the desire suddenly prickling under my skin excitedly, desperately so.
"You have beautiful hands." she said.

Then we said goodbye and she faded into the arms of trusty Boyfriend.
And then the dust was being brushed off the treasure chest I had kept locked up for the past six years. And the old photographs and memories were reviewed and yet again I asked myself- can I stop myself from falling into this?
And Magic Eight Ball just continues to sit still, his answer looking up at the broken ceiling.