Its complicated

Chapter 2: Garrett

And best friends we were. From that moment on we were inseparable. We were always together, we even spent the night at each others houses, well that was until I turned eleven and Garrett turned twelve and all of a sudden it was inappropriate. Every break up I went through, every tear I cried. Garrett was there to hold me and tell me everything was okay. There was never an awkward moment between us nothing we couldn't talk about. It quickly became part of my routine to come home, do my homework, and talk to Garret on the phone until three in the morning. Pretty soon I was skipping homework all together just to spend more time with him. It wasn't easy. I was hard to deal with I'm sure, what with my emotional baggage and bi polarness, but he was patient and he knew exactly how to keep me sane. Our parents used to joke about us growing up and falling in love, but ofcourse we never believed them hell the first time they said it we thought it was just about the funniest damn thing we'd ever heard. Now, neither of us was laughing. I'm sitting on Garrett's back porch now watching him listen to music. I grinned. I loved watching him head bang. If I didn't know any better I'd say I love him. But I do know better and were "just friends". I'm sixteen now. I'll be seventeen in may. Garrett is five months older than me and boy does he like to rub it in my face. He's already seventeen. I tilt my head to the side still watching him. He thumps me playfully in the jaw. " what?" I grin and thump him back. "Nothing thinking." "About?" I shrug and press my lips into a thin line. He wraps his arms around me and starts to tickle me. I laugh and pull away. "Stop Garrett." "No not until you tell me." I pull at our intertwined fingers and place my hands in my lap. "Its nothing." He leans in really close to my face and tilts his head like he's going to kiss me , and with any other guy that's probably what would happen. But, this is Garret and Garret is nothing more than a womanizer who knows how to get what he wants. As if on que he backs away brushing my cheek with his thumb. I catch myself getting lost in the green flecks in his hazel eyes, and quickly shake my head. "I do not like Garrett . I do not like Garrett we are friends. I don't like Garrett." I think to myself looking down. Garrett cups my chin and makes me look at him. I look up innocently. "Hi." I whisper. "Hey a little louder and I think maybe you could hear yourself better." He mocks back. "Shut the fuck up you heard me." He grins. "Thats my girl." He punches me playfully. I smile and bite down on my bottom lip. He shakes his head at me and stands up, offering me his hand. I take it and let him help me up. We walk down the steps hand in hand ,and around to the other side of the double wide. I lean against the front porch, Garrett stands in front of me, my arms around his neck and his around my waist. (Okay fine I know how this looks but i don't have feelings for Garrett that's gross.) I look up at him memorizing the way the light glints off of his glasses,and the way his smile dimples in the corners. His smile deepens while he looks at me. I feel his hand at the back of my neck and he leans closer I don't know whether to laugh or cry. This is different from any other time he's ever done this. He's gonna kiss me. He's seriously considering leaning the other ten percent of the way. I'm holding my beath. I've never been more unsure of myself in my life. That's when I realize that I want this...but should I let him? No. He's with Ellie. Besides were just friends,but the way he's holding me..how close he is he's just right there ...he's so close,yet so far,and before I have the chance to close the distance in between us my grandma pulls up to take me home. Garrett and I are both pulled out of the trance and all I can think..is woah. "Forget it ever happened Bella." I think to myself pulling away from him. He exhales slowly and pulls me into a hug. I hug him back tightly. "Bye kiddo." He whispers. "Later loser." I say back, still dazed from what just happened. He releases me too soon and says " text me when you get home that way I know you're alright." I nod and hug him one last time before I get in the car. I watch out the back window until I can't see him anymore. "Later loser." I whisper to the air around me.
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