cake

Remember the person I was talking to you when I was discussing Valentine’s day? Well I have some more things to say.

Firstly, their secret name is Cake. They are Cake. And I won’t have my friend call them anything else in case they hear us.

Anyway, my school has an annual powderpuff game (seniors vs juniors) in a basket ball game. My class ‘23 (juniors) made shirts, they’re quite cute actually. They are pink, since our class color is pink. I really wanted to buy a shirt but I had forgotten my money so I couldn’t. Though a friend was also going to buy shirts and so i accompanied them to the designated table. Guess who was the first person in line? not us and not Cake, solely at least. Cake and their friends were in front of us. Besides themselves there were two of their friends. One of which I know, and the other whom I know their name but are not linked in any way. While we were behind them I saw that Cake was much closer with their friend. Comfortable enough to reach out and turn the pages of their friends newspaper (we have a school newspaper). Cake also talks way more to their friend. I also saw when Cake made a little dance, it was so cute. They held their lunchbox with both hands before them and kicked their feet out in small, synchronized motions. That surprised, as when I look at them they’re usually pretty still and relaxed. I’ve never seen Cake so alive and visibly happy. A few second after, our mutual friend started a conversation with me, which consisted of taking about my hair which I had dyed, and my outfit. My hair is now brown instead of black, and I wore a beige shirt with a small american flag. He commented on both but mostly about the shirt saying things like “so patriotic, so americano” They were saying it as a joke of course hahah, and I kept shaking my head “no” and “pleading” for him to stop calling me patriotic, as i’m far from that. Plus, it was just plainly embarrassing hahah. Cake and their other forms were obviously listening in. Which I kind of liked because that meant that Cake would know I dyed my hair, despite the lack of attention they may have given it. At this point, maybe 5-10 minutes had passed and there was still no one attending to us. The friend which I came with, then turned to me and whispered “is that them?”and i looked at her and nodded my head squinting my eyes to signal for her to keep it quiet. We were waiting for a while so Cake and their friends decided to just leave instead, and as I did I saw that cake would walk so close to them. Cake was behind them but a little off to the side. Close nonetheless. I couldn’t help but follow where they were going and I felt a tinge of jealousy and sadness because I want to be that close to Cake. I wish they’d reach out and take something from my hands without asking, I’d like for them to walk closely behind me, I’d like them to be comfortable enough to be themselves around me. But I don’t think they will ever be, because if i’m being honest, I don’t think i’ll ever be myself before them either.