You've got me drooling, and I've got you down

Well, your boobs used to be the biggest

Let's take things back to the halls of junior high. You know the scene: mirrors in lockers, LLBean backpacks, and not a child over 5 foot. As children, we had trouble passing eachother in the halls, so the gods of the office marked our paths with colored tapes, to remind us what voice volume was appropriate. Crossing those lines were the worst of our worries.
Love. Dating. Relationships. At twelve years old, we thought we were ready for them, yet most of us couldn't even spell them on our weekly spelling tests. To "go out" with someone meant that you would risk a detention inorder to walk your "boo" to class. "Man, I wanna hold his hand so bad," crossed my mind daily.
And evenutally, it happened. It was the most romantic thing a prepubesnt girl could dream of: I asked him what the homework assignment was and he asked me if he could walk me home. I knew we were in love.
Five days later, he took me to the local cafe to celebrate our almost-one-week anniversary. He picked me up with a daisy, but forgot the smile. How could I have noticed something was wrong? I was getting a free smoothie tonight.
Fastforward to a corner booth and the awkward shuffling of feet to fill the silence that should have bothered me. Finally, he sighed and laid his hands down on the table. "I'm sorry," he started with adverted eyes. "It's just..." Through his stutters and stammers, my lips never left my straws. "You know, for awhile, your boobs were the biggest out of the entire 7th grade class." The stranger the conversation became, the more confident he grew. "But now, Ashely P has gone through a growth spirt and...I just don't see what I saw in you anymore." I choked on the mango strawberry liquid. Wait...What?
He stood up with a fumbuling bump of the table. "Eh...See you in class." And with that, he was out the door, hands in his pockets, eyes to his toes. I never touched that hand again, or met his eyes with mine.
Nevermind boys, I'll just stick to trying to figure out math for now.


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