Loving my best friend

No... but yes!

"You never told me how you scraped your knee open.." Harry said. "Oh, I fell." "How did you fall?" I sighed. Nosy. "I bumped into someone and fell." "Oh,"he said. I walked into the very small kitchen to get my bottle of water and he followed. As I drank it, he stared at me. "Okay, nosy. I ran into this very cute guy, he gave me his number and said he would contact me...soon." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa... 'A cute guy'? Don't you think it is a little too soon?" I gave him a weird look. "Well, maybe... But I won't get too attached... I am tired of being alone." "You guys just broke up like four or five days ago! Plus, I have been here for you the whole time!" "What is wrong with you?" He looked away from my eyes and made a fake yawn. "I am knackered... Good night," he said quickly before walking away to his bedroom. "But it's... Not night time," I sighed. Why is he acting so weird? My phone buzzed and I went to see what it was. It was a pity text message from my friend, saying she was sorry. That was the type of thing I was trying to avoid. My eyes started to burn quickly. Ugh... Fudge you Kellie. My phone buzzed again.
From: 725-593-4045                                                 
To: Me                                                                    Hi, it's Josiah

From: Me   
To:725-593-4045                                                   Oh, hi!

From: 725-593-4045
To: Me
Hey...so I was wondering if you wanted to hang out some time... If you don't wanna date or anything...

I thought about it for a moment. Maybe we should just leave it at hanging out. Maybe dating is a little too early. I hope I am making the right decision.

To: 725-593-4045
From: Me
Yeah, sure

To: Me
From: 725-593-4045
Great! How about lunch tommorow at Liza's, I heard they have the BEST bagels

From: Me
To: 725-593-4045
Yeah, okay, see you there

I looked at the ceiling, suddenly remembering my mom and niece again. "I miss you so much," I whispered. I walked to my room and closed the door behind me. I cried into the pillow. Like ten minutes later, I decide to press the black button that is on the wall by my bed. "Hello, this is room service, how may I help you, today?" An irritated-sounding lady asked. I sniffed. "Can someone bring up a bottle of red wine?" I asked. "That is what room service is, bringing you stuff... We will send someone right away." "Alright... Bye." She hung up. What a bitch. I got up and wiped the tears off my face. I looked on my phone to check up on Instagram. 41 follow requests...they are all like German or something... I sigh. I followed one German person and now here I am. I turned off my phone and put in on top of my drawer. The dinging noise of the doorbell could be heard throughout the house/room. I got up and opened the door, already knowing that is was going to be room service. "Here you go lovely lady," a man rolls in a cart that has a bucket of ice with the bottle of wine in it. He gestured toward the bottle. "Thanks, sir," i said and took the bottle. He responded with a smile and turned around, gripping the cart's large handle.