The Possibility Of Us?

Chapter 1 : Arm Wrestle.

I groaned under the weight of his strong, stone hard muscles. Boy! Was he strong. Always ALWAYS messing with me. "Does every guy have to be this obnoxious?", I wondered out loud. It was always met by a smirk or a snide remark from him which would get on my nerves, instinctually rushing my right fist to his face.

2-0.

Did I not mention his ninja-like reflexes? For a lazy person he sure is alert. But I'm not one to back off easily, either. All my girlfriends would gasp at my ability to swiftly climb trees since I was little. I had the natural ability to to destroy, hurt or trip anybody or anything that came in my path. With all due clumsiness, of course. The guys would be whimpering and scurrying away if they happened to get in a brawl with me. I'm brutal, sometimes.

Okay. mostly!

And among those were my friends who simply marvelled at my girl 'macho'ness. But did Dan ever think that way? NO!  

He kept tormenting me all through childhood. And me not being one to back down and getting competitive at every little thing, I would greet his challenges with a 'Bring it on, sissy!' only to end it with some more rage and a truckload of sarcastic laughter from Dan. I guess maybe that's the reason why I could never feel proud of myself. Cause one enemy stood undettered and undefeated.

I remember being 12 and learning to perfect push ups, inspite of being a girl, cause I couldn't wait to wipe the sadistic grin of his face. But no matter what I accomplished, he kept coming at me with new challenges to make me feel littler and littler.

I ask, is it legitimate to call somebody you hate so much (to the point where you want to break their jaw) your friend? Then yes, we've been friends. Ever since kindergarten.  

While he other toddlers used building blocks to build castles and whatnot, we used the same to hurl at each other. My mum's accounts from my childhood still horrify her. She always says that were so close that we fight because that's the only way we are capable of expressing our emotions. 

I do not believe anything mother says. she is blinded by her worldview of unicorns and butterflies and everybody's suppresed love.

Ever since that episode and a continuous nag of giggles from my girlfriends after I'd return from a tiring and loathsome evening with my "best friend", did I start thinking.

But the introspection begin only after that one weird incident that threw me into a hurricane of emotions which I could barely comprehend, let alone come to terms with...