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awkward silence.
"Oh, you know, chillin out. I got asked to prom today." I casually throw it out, knowing that my attempts at screwing his brain are futile.
"How was that?" He asks, looking at me through the corner of his eye.
"It was whatever.I told him we'd be going as friends." I replied, staring forward, never hinting that I was watching him carefully.
Damn his poker face. "Cool."
We both sat, staring forward. I considered all that was never said, but plainly heard, and wondered if I understood them correctly. He sat in silence, and I only longed to be in his head. At the same time, I knew what he was thinking, and he wasn't thinking about me. That was what killed me, and that was what lead to me going to prom with someone else. We never went on a date. We never got together. What ifs never entered my head. All I ever dreamed consisted of being able to get into his head.

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