The Way We Do Things
by throwingstars

We're from different worlds and people wouldn't understand it, but it's just the way we do things.

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You see me in the hall at school, and you smile.
I nod, and keep on walking.

You sit near the front in all our classes.
I sit four rows back.

You go to the deli down the street for lunch.
I drive around with friends.

You go to the parties and dance with the boys.
I go to the concerts and flirt with the girls.

You date those boys.
I date those girls.

You break up with those boys.
I forget those girls.

You're upset.
I wait at my house.

You walk in without knocking.
I'm used to it.

You've known me for years.
I like to rub it in.

You pick a movie.
I make you dinner.

You pick the Princess Bride, like always.
I tease you about it, like always.

You laugh when I call you Buttercup.
I glare when you call me Westley.

You sit with your head on my shoulder.
I play with your hair.

You hug me when the movie's over.
I kiss you before you leave.

You smile at me in the hall the next day, like usual.
I nod, and keep walking, like usual.

You have your world.
I have mine.

People wouldn't understand it, but that's the way we do things.

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Author's Note:

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