There's something bugging me.
Something that seems to be eating away
Or infecting my brain.
And it's something I can't change.

I've known him for a while.
Two or so years?
But I don't know him.

I don't know his favorite color
I don't know his middle name
I don't know who he considers a friend
Versus who he just decides to drag alone.

I can't figure out
If he wants to be popular,
Or be left under the radar.
If he wants to stay in or
out of the drama.

I can't tell if he's mean
Or just joking.
I can't tell if he's trying to be insulating
Or just going with the other bullies.

But that's not what's bugging me.

School ends in a few days.
And there's this boy.
This boy I don't know.

This boy
who, when someone knocked, I thought, "I wish it was him."
And it was.
And I smiled
So wide.
And even after he left I felt like exploding.
"I wanted a treat."

And I can't tell,
If I actually like this boy,
Or if he's just too fricking cute.