it’s my 15th.
ruy and his friends are there and i'm the chillest i've ever been. I walk around in the last of the starlight. "i'm not even drunk i'm just a little tipsy," which is a beautiful and sweet lie all girls are allowed to tell.
i start puking.
someone wants to kiss me after i puke. he thinks it's so hot that i can't stop throwing up. it bothers me that he wants to kiss me because i don't want to be a messy girl. i want to be a girl that's a little bit more like a boy.
because when a boy pukes it's not sexy.
I lean back on the ridge grate and try to drink. I spit all of the fizzleberry wine back out on ruy’s shoes, but he's nice about it.
he never gets mean with me.




















