Just a phase

We sit at our usual seats at the usual time. talking as we do. He walks in and i try to pay no attention, as does he. 'he's trying so hard not to notice you it becomes so obvious' i like her words, but he is still angry. With all my might i add, i know his issues are mine, how can i be hypocritical and pissed off. i just hope my problem is a youth thing and i'll have sorted it out by the time i'm thirty. and we give each other this look. i know she worries about her guilt, about being too clever, too beautiful, too priviledged. too it all. and in this moment we worry that we're never going to change, that we are now who we are, and will be for the rest of our life. That it will not pass 'casual' with a boy, and that her guilt willl always plague her. and we start laughing, laughing from our stomaches, laughing from all the way in. and we can't stop, and people start to are stare, to catch the joke. But there is no joke and we can't stop, because if we do, in this minute, we will cry. and we really do want to, but there are no more tears left.