Second part. Go read the last one.
Same song, My Heart by Paramore
I will be listening
She didn't know that he'd noticed. He was her best friend, he knew when she was feeling bad.
She didn't understand that he had no choice. She would appreciate his lack of attentiveness in the long run. At least that's what he hoped.
He'd followed her when she walked away, asking her what was wrong, apologizing for whatever he did to make her so sad.
"You're sorry? Do you even know what you're sorry for?" She had said. He shook his head.
"You don't get it! You never will! Go on back to that girl you were shamelessly flirting with right in front of me, Danny. I don't mind.
"Yes you do. What, do you just not want me to think about other girls?"
She didn't answer. He grew frustrated.
"I have to think about other girls!" He confessed.
"Because if I don't think about other girls then I think about you!"
Maybe he'd said too much, he thought, just before he felt the warmth of her lips against his.
Maybe he'd said just enough.
What? You didn't think I was going to make it sad did you?