My Imaginary Boyfriend

My Imaginary Boyfriend *Haunted

This is for all the people who are always there for me, believing I will continue this story.

For you, Thank you! :)

"Do you want me to be your BFF?"

"BFF?" I ask. "What is that?"

He rolls his eyes, as if BFF is the most used word in the world.

"BFF?" I repeat.

"Best Friends Forever," he emphasizes the word 'forever'.

"Where did you get that?"

"Before I went here, I was watching a cartoon, and then I changed the channel. I heard someone, a girl in a TV show, said to his guy friend that he is her BFF now."

It's amazing how a seven year old kid can think about great things. Look who's talking, as if I'm not seven either. I'm overwhelmed with a sudden feeling; my heart is melting like a chocolate inside me.

"So," he continues shyly, "do you want me to be your BFF?" His eye lashes are so long, they look cute on him.

"Are you sure you want me to be your Best Friend Forever?" I ask hesitantly, afraid he will reject me. "Forever is a long time, you know."

"Your silly." A chuckle escapes from his mouth. "Of course I want you to be my best friend forever."

A grin spreads from my face; I bet I smile like Ronald McDonald, grinning from ear to ear. I can't help myself, I jump up and down. Soon enough, Alex does the same. We hold hands, jumping up and down, sharing a good laugh until we're both exhausted.

Suddenly, he puts his arms around me. I freeze, my own arms at my side not knowing what to do. Then, like it's an instinct, they ends up in his neck. How I love the feel of his arms around me, promising nothing will ever come between us.

"Why are you hugging me?" I mumble in his shoulder, not that I'm complaining.

"I watched in that TV show that BFF's hug each other."

"What is that TV Show?" I ask; curiosity is clearly in my voice. He is silent for a while, so I look at his face. His eyes are narrowing slightly, looking at nothing in particular. His brows furrows and I know he's thinking deeply. His eyes have that faraway look when he's working something out.

"Aha!" he says, after a moment. "It's called--"

Kamille snaps her fingers in front of my face which brings me back to the present. "See," she says sarcastically, "He's W-O-W."

I'm shock to hear the name Alex. There's only one Alex that I've known in my whole life. Maybe that's why another memory of him resurfaced.

Ignoring her, I continue to look at Alex. I study his face carefully, trying to see the Alex in my past with him. He has ashy blonde hair, and his eyes are the color of the sea. They are so blue you want to go swim in them. They have depths --

"You can sit here," a girly voice says, interrupting my thoughts. I look around and spot Victoria moving out of her chair. I bet Maegan bribe her to move so that she can sit beside Alex.

Alex smiles and looks questioningly at Mrs. Dorothea, asking her permission.

"You can sit anywhere you're comfortable."

Alex takes the seat beside Maegan and I hear her talk about herself. Eh, narcissism much?

While Mrs. Dorothea discusses about the popular compositions of Beethoven, my eyes darted to Alex. If he's my best friend, does he remember me? I continue to stare at the back of his head, squinting to see clearly.