Adam and Noelle

smoking bowls in the back of adam’s jeep
i wanted his hair, his confidence;
i wanted noelle, who was in the front seat:
that fair, short bleached-blond hair, lip glossed, pop-punk princess,
my 2001 teen dream,
yeah, that crush was a one way street…
but i can still smell her body spray, cotton candy, i want it
and i can still see the aqua diamond stud piercing, high on her ear, ima get it –
her plastic raver bracelets, black eyeliner
she was swag as fuck,
and so was adam, with his JL subs
we three bouncing souls singing to true believer and no comply, passing the bubbler, carefree and high…
they were my friends,
till we lost touch… maybe jealousy, or immaturity, or summer was over… I dunno, people come and go, that’s not the point: it was just dope as fuck,
when adam and noelle would drive to the coast, to come pick me up,
to stay out late and get lit AF…
with this kid who didn’t even think he was cool enough

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