Kyle climbs off the bench and waddles back to me, taking my hand. He waves to Ella and I flash a smile, "See you later. We're already running late this morning. I'll... text you or something about later."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Lecture ends and I head to the middle of campus, getting out my phone and texting Ella. I ask to meet her in the park where we first met before heading to pick up Kyle.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I nod and look at the girl before looking at Ian. Swallowing, I sit on a bench and keep Kyle on my lap, wrapping my arms around him, "How about some candy for now?"
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I defensively sit beside Ella as Kyle nods, not liking the look in Kayla's eyes. She studies Ella and plasters a smile, looking at me and then Kyle as she stops before us.
"Ian, long time no see," she says. "How's our little boy?"
"He's not ours," I correct, "He's mine. You missed out on calling him yours."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
The most important service rendered by the press and the magazines is that of educating people to approach printed matter with distrust. — Samuel Butler