shorts

short eleven

They say that true love is when your crush gets a haircut and you still love him. Okay, like him.

The thing is he is my bestfriend. The one that held me through horror movies. The one that took the time to learn braiding just so that I could look good on a date. The one that knows all of my sizes. And the one that is always right there, beside me.

This crush feeling crept into me after a summer of not seeing him. He must have had a growth spurt because he looked taller, wiser and more attractive. No doubt, he was attractive before but that attractiveness tripled over that summer.

At first, I thought I was just being silly. That this was a phase that I will get over. Turns out I was wrong. The crush set up a home in me and was not planning on leaving any time soon. This may not end well.

As bestfriends, we have our own traditions, rituals or things that we always do together. Like sitting together during class and lunch, taking the bus to and from school and going to theme parks. He would go through all of that normally while my heart would be pounding against my chest. He must have noticed something wrong as he asked me a few times whether I was feeling sick. Apparently my cheeks were red and he thought I was having a fever.

I have to conceal my feelings. This friendship might go down if I confessed my attraction towards him. I started avoiding spending time alone with him. I would only hang out with him if it was with our circle of friends. At times, I would even skip school just to avoid him. I truly wish this feeling will away or at least maybe stop growing.

With each passing day, however, this feeling grew and flourished. I started stuttering when I see him sauntering down the hallways in school. I sat far away from him during our weekly hangouts at his house. It's a miracle that I have not accidentally blurted out my feelings to him.

Until one particular evening...

"I can't take this anymore!" he exclaimed. I was shock as we were doing our Physics homework together. "Did I do something wrong? Why are you avoiding my touch? Why are you avoiding me? Is it because of my body odour? Or what? Tell me because it is killing me inside to have you ignoring me!"

I was stunned by his avalanche of words. a moment of silent went by and he was just about to leave the table when I blurted out.

"For the record, I wasn't ignoring you." He gave me an annoyed look.

"Oh really? You stopped hanging out with me!"

"I must say, you are quite clingy," I said jokingly.

"Clingy is me. Now spit it out. Tell me everything. You've changed since summer!"

"I...I...how do I say this?" Hesitation filled me. I don't know what to say. The only thing that is in my mind is to confess my feelings.

"What?" He snapped.

"I like you!" The words tumbled out of my mouth. Shock was obvious on both of our faces. He looked away. I have a feeling I have messed up our friendship.

"This is awkward. Look, we are bestfriends. If we become something mor-"

"I never said I wanted us to be something more! It's a feeling I can't hide anymore. I'm not forcing you to accept my feelings and go running into the rainbow or something!" He doesn't even like me. I made a fool out of myself. I wonder if I could talk my family into moving.

"Wow, sorry about that. I hope we can still be friends. I mean, it's not that I don't like you but you're like a sister that I never had. I appreciate your feelings."

Things just got more awkward.

"At least, I can now be around you without worrying of me blurting out my feelings."

He left as soon as we were done. Something tells me that our friendship level has gone down.

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short ten is still in the process of writing. i'm having trouble trying tie up its ending. instead i find myself writing other stories.