He sits there... looking perfect, Writing on a piece of paper.

He sits there...

looking perfect,
Writing on a piece of paper.
& all I can do is stare.
Wishing that whatever he was writing was ment for me
 

Then...

He looks up
& right at me.
I turn quickly hoping he didn't notice.
I hear him laugh.

& then...

I feel a tap on my sholder.
I look up and he's standing there
looking perfect
handing me the piece of paper
I wished was for me.
I open it up

&& then

I realize it was the homework i let him borrow.


:( really happened