Just Friends?

Chapter I

"You're an idiot," I giggle as he kisses my neck.

"Let me be your idiot," Charlie whispers against my skin sending chills down my back, making me weak in the knees.

"You already are," I say between heavy breaths, "I love you so much."

"I love you too babe," he says "I always will."

.................

"Helloo??"

The sound of a voice breaks me out of my daydream. I knew it was too good to be true. I look around and see the familiar faces of my Language Arts class. I look to the source of the voice. It was him.

"Hey, are you okay?" Charlie says, "you look like you've seen a ghost or something haha."

"Oh haha yeah I'm alright I was just thinking," I reply.

"About..?"

Us. Together. As more than friends. I think to myself.

"Earth to Sam," he almost sings.

"Oh yeah, I was just thinking about summertime that's all," I lie.

"Ohhh," he says, "I know I'm excited the semesters almost over."

"Yep, me too." I sit back in my seat and stare at the ceiling, unsuccessfully trying to fall back into the daydream.

I lean forward again and with my pencil, trace the last name on his baseball jersey W-I-L-L-I-A-M

"That tickles," he laughs.

"Oh s-sorry," the words fall out of my mouth clumsily and my stutter comes back.

"No, no, don't stop," he turns and looks at me, "it felt good"

I look into his chocolate swirled brown eyes and smile,

"Okay, I'll continue then."

Being just friends is torture to me and I don't know how I survive this class. Everything about him makes me want to be with him but he would never like a girl like me. My dark brown hair falls to my waist messily and the blonde highlights don't make it look any better. My eyes are a deep hazel and no matter how many people tell me they're green, I can't believe them because every time I look in the mirror, they're still hazel. I maintain a small figure, and although I'm skinny, I'm too short, I stand at 5'1 which makes me target for gentle teasing from my friends.

Charlie on the other hand is every girls dream. He must be at least 5'9 and his soft brown hair adds maybe an inch. His skin is a soft caramel brown and his eyes are the same but somehow they just burn into mine and melt me. He plays soccer, baseball, and skis as well as boating during the summer. His arms are strong and are the kind that would make you feel safe if he were to hug you. He belongs with a pretty girl. Not someone like me.

So here I am, where I'll stay forever, in the friend zone, the only thing romantic happening to me is my daydreams. I've only told a couple of my closest friends and most of their advice wasn't worth much because oh dang girl you get that boy, I SHIP IT, and suck his dick won't tell me how to get him to fall for me like I fell for him. So again I say here I am, falling for my best-guy friend. Help. Me.