Stay In

It's Friday night and you're sitting at home by yourself. You have a hoodie and sweat pants on and you're bundled up in a chair in the corner of your room. Your face is clean and white. Your cheeks are glowing red for no particular reason. But you're always like that. Glowing. You're reading something but I don't know what it is. Maybe Fitzgerald or Faulkner. Maybe just Harry Potter. I don't care what it is. I care that it's in your hands and I'm jealous of how your eyes hang on every word. Sometimes when I look at you I wish they would hang on me like that. At some point your roommate will walk in with her tits propped up and a fake tan and a layer of paint covering up the tired blotches on her face. She's gonna call you a nerd and shove a smirnoff into your hands. She's gonna try to drag you with her. Please don't go. Stay at home and wait for me.