i ain't got no home

my sister came home from school and told me about a boy i would like. his name was Bob Goodin and his hobbie was sitting around in the dark listening to records.
yeah, i'm going to do it. break up with benjamin. you see, this is the problem with entering a new school. there's a whole slew of boys for your brain and your body to go nuts over. and there's one particular boy named Bob Goodin. but i call him bomber kid. he's a junior, which means it probably won't happen, plus i really don't think my parents would like him to much. he's short (yes, even to me, who is not even five feet tall), has longish greasy black hair, a little black goatee, very interesting clothes...he's not exactly the most classy boy in the world. but he's pretty (to me. nobody else really seems to think so. but you should see him smile), and i think he is pretty smart, he likes good music, and HE KNOWS I EXIST. yes, he knows i'm there. you know how? i complimented him on his tye-dye pants today. damn! we conversed TWO TIMES today. oh man, i hope i wasn't blushing, but my hands were kind of shaky. it was supposed to work this way, for i had it planned. we would be walking in opposite directions, him from his science class, me from my computer class. i would tell him i liked his pants. he would thank me and walk away. but it went something like this:
me: (eyes wide) i like your pants!
him: (smiles, dramaticly unrolls a childs size tye-dye t-shirt)
me: very nice!
him: i know. hey, do you have a pair of scissors?
me: no.
him: do you know anyone who would?
me: (thinks awhile) no.
him: ok. thanks!
we both begin to walk away
me:bye! (throws head back, muffles a squeal of delight)
oh holy jesus. when he talks to you (or at least when he talked to me) he's all smiles, and just stares you straight in the eyes with his dark, dark ones. i spent the rest of the day squealing and saying, "oh, that magic 8 ball was fucking wrong!" the second time i talked to him, it was just after the first bell after lunch rang. his friends had just left, and he was walking towards me, on the way to his class. i stopped him.
me: hey, did you ever find a pair of scissors?
him: yeah, i did.
me: so what did you want to do with it anyway?
him: oh, i gave it to someone who would have fit it better, because it came up to like (indicates to a place higher than where bellybutton probably is) here on me.
me: yeah, that's a bit small. well, i got to get to class.
him: see you around!

if there's a next time i talk to him, i'm going to introduce myself, and pretend i have NO idea what his name is, or who he is, because if he finds out i've been like, watching him for a year, i THINK that'd creep him out quite a bit.

sorry you all had to read all that. well, i guess you didn't HAVE to...