We're Not Really Strangers. || DNF

three: feelings and rehab

"Don't make it weird, kid. And don't get it twisted either. I don't like you. And I also don't want to talk to you. But I kind of have to."

"You don't have to do anything.. What about that kid Nick you always hang out with? Why aren't you calling him about your dumb problems.?"

"He is the problem."

"What?"

"Look.. I'll make it short and sweet for you. Nick was my best friend. I had a girlfriend, Kiara Becker. She was the light of my life. But George, that light bulb burnt out for her. I wasn't the light of her life anymore. So she started to see other people. Without me knowing. All while she was still the light of mine. Don't you get it George.? Me and Kiara weren't made for each other. But anyways, Nick's light bulb was lighten up by Kiara. And Kiara's was lighten up by Nick. They're in love, and I was blindly in love with Kiara. She's a cheat, George."

Silence came from George's end of the phone. I mean, that was kind of just a rant, and a lot to take it, and it went on for 2 minutes.

"Clay.. I'm so sorry that happened to you. You didn't deserve it. Well, I have information that may make your lightbulb a tiny bit brighter."

I groaned, but continued to listen. I didn't mind it actually.

"You, Clay, you light up my lightbulb. Using that analogy. You're the light of my life. You make me a better person, I see you as somebody who's made me see the world for what it really is worth."

I was flabbergasted, and I was taken back for a moment.

"Wow.. George. I didn't think you seen me like that. I'm just some average kid at your high school, you know. I'm nothing special. But in that case, your a good friend George."

"Umm.. Thanks."

I hung up the call. I don't understand why he had such a bland response to me returning the kind energy. I only seen him as a friend, nothing more, nothing less. His confessions to me, and stupid love letters all seemed like jokes to me. And if they were serious, I only take them as jokes. I'm not gay, that's weird.

I mean, I don't have any problems with gays, I just personally am not one. And don't ever intend to be one.

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Leave me alone. Leave me alone.

I was thinking back on all the old memories of me and Kiara. It made the manipulation relapse. I hated it. I hated her. I hated Nick most of all. All I did was give him chances, and vent to him. I let him have multiple chances. He had everything from me. And all he did was backstab me, and be the reason my ex cheated. And didn't even think to tell me.

I still looked so slim. I got out of bed to look in the mirror at how I looked, but I just fell back down on my bed. I had zero strength, and no energy from the lack of nutrients in my bloodstream.

It was okay though. If Kiara would like me again, that's all that mattered.

What George had admitted to me earlier, was still in the back of my head. Although that wasn't the big issue. It still gave me a weird feeling in my tummy. Like butterflies.. But different. I've never felt this for anyone before.

Not even Kiara.

Sure, I loved George as a friend, but I wasn't in love with him.

Oh how young a naive I was.

I collapsed on my bed and clicked the call button for my mothers number.

"Hey, mom."

"Yes Clay? I'm cooking some pasta! Would you like some?"