We laughed once more, though it wasn't out of pure awkwardness.
"Oh my god! Dude, he's practically dying because you won't give him a Skittle. You're so mean, hogging it all to yourself," I say, his face lighting up at my joke.
He turned to Bert and shook his head. "Too bad, you're not getting one."
"Fuck you!" Bert said, laughing mid-sentence.
To know that he'll never be more than friends with me hurts, but it's better staying as friends if he can talk to me more often without either of us blushing madly.
Though it's less painful trying to make jokes and laugh about it, it still hurts whenever I look at him. Between us, we've had a history together, and we've stayed on our sides.
The ball was always on my court, but I threw it to someone else. I have to stop counting on myself to make a move, as I know neither of us will even try if it gets too awkward.
My eyes made their way to Jamia, who caught my gaze and smiled at me.
Hopefully I won't make the same mistakes this time.
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Yup, this is in Frank's POV and he's talking about Gerard.
Yup, this is about my love life.
Yup, I'm sad, but I don't need him. I'm simply stating that I think someone else likes me and I'm going for them.
This is the last installment of me and my ex-crush Gus (huehuehue. das his nickname that I call him) and probably the last installment of my love life... EVER.
kthxbai
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