“ are you . . . having fun? ” you’re afraid of talking to her, though not for the same reasons as you are with most others. you don’t have to worry about her laughing at you, or worse; instead it’s because you’re not alone with her, the way you usually are. the bowling alley’s busy tonight, leaving you all too aware of the people that are around to watch. you don’t want them to make fun of her for talking to you. you know what the others say about you, the way they’re disgusted by the way you look, even when it’s beyond your control. you’re used to it by now, but you don’t want her to deal with it, too. / @daisyslain












