Wehaveasecret.

Wehaveasecret.
And for those of you
I’d love to tell,
You probably would not
Believe me,
Or he would deny it
Because who
Would believe me,
When it's him?

When I walk these halls,
I flashback to my first week.
That Friday.
A Couch.
Hometown *****.
Captain America.
Some Happy Gilmore Production.
And then, The Mighty Ducks.

That smile really sold me,
As if he didn’t know how to sell me enough.
And he isn’t as ***** as you think,
It wasn’t a nightmare, but more
Of a daydream.

I rejected his first try
After testingteasing him
For three hours.

Finally, I gave in.

It probably won’t happen again
Although I’ve pressed at
The idea a few times
After drinking a few too many
A week later with
A bunch of you,
And you, him, of course.

But it won’t he says.
And I’m not sure if I believe him
Becuase the lines between flirtation
And friendship is blurred
And the lines between
A look and that look,
Remind me
Of those Calvin's he
Stripped down to.