The Dangers of Root Beer


OMG, Crush Boy and I are sharing a can of soda!! This is so 1950s romantic!

I casually shrugged my shoulders, as if I share a beverage with boys every day, and as we sat down to sip, I made the mistake of going on and on about how much I love root beer and how awesome their slogan is….Barq’s has bite.


Fast forward a few minutes and we’re back in my room about to upload said songs. Apparently, it takes a few minutes to transfer the file.

I stood there, awkward, of course, as Crush Boy sat down. Well, it’s more like he lied down. Mind you, there were a couple chairs in my room, but what does he do? He layed down. On. My. Bed.

OMG, Crush Boy is laying on my bed. His head is resting on my pillow, the same pillow I cuddle up to every night.

That’s when said fidgeting started. I don’t think he even noticed, actually, but WOW, I just couldn’t think of anything to say. Was this some subtle signal? Or was I just crazy?

When the songs were uploaded, he packed up and headed home. I should have thought about what a nice gesture he had made, spending a whole afternoon broadening my musical library, but all I could do that night, as I lay in bed, was think of one thing...

OMG, I’m laying in the same spot where Crush Boy was in not even four hours ago.

Needless to say, I slept very well that night.

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