In Highschool
As Chris and I went through high school we hung out more. I learned after we had met that one cold afternoon, that he plays the guitar. So, one of our favorite things to do when we get out after school is go to our treehouse in the woods that both of our parents helped us build and do our homework. Don't worry that is definitely not our favorite thing to do, we're not that weird. After we get that out of the way, we take a bus into the city and pick a good street that lots of people walk by. Then we open up our cases and get ready to play, me on my Sax and him on his guitar. I've got to admit that he plays very beautifully, whenever we play I have to remember to breath and to keep playing.
Everyday he reminds me that some jocks do have nice sides, and that some are just selfish. We don't play for the money, we play because we want people to hear us. Even if we do get money we donate all of it to hospitals, or orphanages. We play for hours sometimes, or sometimes even until when it's dark. At the end of the day we walk to the train station, and take a train back home. Since we are sophomores, and we are both 16 we can drive. Chris recently got a BMW. It's black so we had trouble finding it.
Eventually he drove me home. I smiled thinking of all the money we could donate to the children and homeless people.
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A Few Months Later,
Chris got his first girlfriend. She was a cheerleader, I was too of course but she was one of those plastic Barbie doll cheerleaders. She had long blonde hair that went to her waist, and perfect blue eyes she also had one of those laughs that got annoying really fast. I couldn't tell why Chris would be with her, no really I couldn't tell why anybody would be with her. Is just me, or am I jealous.
I was at a party at Chris' house, and the dumb blonde was there. I'm not saying that all blondes are dumb, I'm just saying that she is really dumb because the other day I asked her what 10 times 2 was and she said 12. I was sitting on the coach arm, pulling down my shorts feeling self conscious they were really short!
Today I was wearing a dark blue tank top, and short jean shorts. My hair was cascading down a little above my waist, I was trying to comb out some of the curls with my fingers when "Little Miss. Blonde" came over.
"I figured out the answer to the question that you asked me." I stared at her, then I smirked it has been 2 weeks since I asked her the question.
"Okay Emily what is 2 plus 2?" I asked
"2 plus 2 is, 72." She said looking accomplished. I pinched myself to keep myself from laughing.
"Good job!" I said sarcastically she walked away. Everybody was watching the football game now, and of course Emily, the blonde one was doing flips and cheering for the team. After the game on T.V was done everybody was just hanging out. I had to use the bathroom so I opened the door and Emily was kissing Brandon another football player. She was cheating on Chris. I took my phone out and snapped a picture. They turned when they saw the flash.
"Wait, Amber I can explain!" She shouted surprise written all over her face I threw my drink at her than ran to go show Chris. There was shouting behind me, but I kept running.
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Happy Forever
Short StoryThis is a short story about a girl who fell in love with her best friend. She was too afraid to tell him how she felt and throughout her life, watched him have relationships with different girls. To warn you this will be sad, if you have feelings.