THE SHIRT

things you should know: i like to steal my boyfriend's clothes. i know, how typical. but i lucked out by finding a slender boy because we basically wear the same size. basically james bought himself a new shirt a few weeks ago and i've been jealous of it ever since. i've been begging to wear it but he won't let me because he knows he'll never see it again. i managed to steal it and wear it last week but he made it very clear that i would be returning it as soon as possible. the last straw for james, was when the shirt appeared in my laundry basket. oops. he took it and hung it on a lamp that i pretty much can't reach. fast forward to today. i'm doing homework and i turn the lamp on, i moved the shirt as much as i could but didn't think it would be a problem. WRONG. i'm drinkin coffee when i start to smell burning, did i forget to turn the coffee pot off? are there incense still burning? i run downstairs and back into my room and realize THE SHIRT is what is burning! i climb on a chair, remove it from the lamp to find a small hole but a hole nonetheless. do i tell him? or do i pretend like it never happened? i knew i was going to get in so much trouble, not because i started another fire but because it involved his beloved shirt. i told him there was a minor accident and to please not kill me. it's still wearable anyway and surprisingly he wasn't upset at all, i mean, it is just a shirt.