we stood under the branches, and you leaned in. “what are you doing?” i asked, drunken, perplexed. i only wanted to climb. you had closed your eyes, but now they opened. you looked confused. “i kinda wanted to make out.” oh. i should have known. The breeze picked up, and fluttered through my hair you looked at me expectantly, and drew closer. i thought of the girl you had come with sitting inside, wondering where you went, after such a long smoke break. “no.” i won’t be the other girl anymore. you stood, stunned at my refusal. girls don’t usually say no to you. you tried to convince me… drunkenly i turned away and climbed.