Friendship On Oreos

VI

The 8th grade has come to an end. I was about to go to high-school... how rapid the time passes. ENFP still hung out with me. And I've got to admit... we are best friends, indeed. She is perfect... well, as a friend, let's not think other ways.

--Hi, bestie, how are yaaaaa? (ENFP)
--Oh, hi ENFP, I'm fine- (INTJ)

She was staring at me with an innocent smile as I started screaming. I pulled myself together... and yelled at her:

--HOW THE FUCK DID YOU FIND MY ADRESS?! (INTJ)
--Easy, I tracked your phone down! (ENFP)
--You are insane! (INTJ)
--Aww, thank you! You're so sweet. Anyway, I came with a request. (ENFP)

Me...? Sweet? I've been trying my best to be bitter.

--Come on, say it, now... I will just... try to ignore that you have just committed a crime. (INTJ)
--So... I am in the mood of going somewhere with ya' next week. (ENFP)
--I can already tell it's going to be bad. (INTJ)
--Can you come with me to the amusement park, please? (ENFP)
--You know I hate amusement parks, ENFP. (INTJ)

Her name is satisfying to pronounce for some reason.

--Come on, it's gonna be fun, I promise! (ENFP)
--It's too much noise for me. (INTJ)
--Have you ever been out somewhere? A park? A party? Anywhere? (ENFP)
--You already know the answer, ENFP. (INTJ)
--Please, can you come with me? (ENFP)
--Ugh... fine, fine, however you say... I know I don't have another option anyway, clingy dumbass. (INTJ)

She jumped out of joy and threw her arms around me. Ew, physical contact... but it's with her, and I somehow don't mind it.

--Please get off of me. (INTJ)
--You feel so comfortable to hug. (ENFP)

Shoot, I have to let her go. She's making me feel warm. Ack, affection, people, no way! Shoo, shoo...

--Can I hug you more? (ENFP)
--No, get off. (INTJ)
--Please! (ENFP)
--Are you going to kidnap me if I refuse? (INTJ)
--Who knows? (ENFP)

Finally, she gets off me.

--Finally, thank you... (INTJ)
--I will go now, I don't wanna bother you anymore. Talk to you later! Bye! (ENFP)

I waved goodbye as I was staring at her leave. Definitely, my life has taken a turn meeting her... should I call the police?

~Next week~

I was dressed very unlikely to how I usually dress. T-shirts are not for me. My arms are too skinny. And I never wear t-shirts at school because those three jerks would keep calling me a skeleton. ENFP still did not stop being friends with them and hangs out with me quite privately. I understand. It's for the best. She can't become a "weirdo" like me. She has to live her life to the fullest and has no reasons to be hated or bullied. ENFP is funny, creative, pretty... wait, pretty? Well... yes, maybe, she's pretty as a human, so what? Searching for her with my gaze, I was waiting next to the Ferris Wheel. Lots of people hurried to go on it and the crowd was unbearable for me. I hate crowds with all my heart.

--INTJ! I AM HERE! (ENFP)

ENFP shouts in the crowd. And there she was. So recognisable. The same messy, boy-ish, green, short wolf cut that I admire. It suits her and her personality. She came to me in a rush, trapping me into a hug.

--ENFP, stop with the hugs, please! (INTJ)
--You feel comfortable to hug! Not my fault! Sorry! (ENFP)
--So... where do you want to go? (INTJ)

There was loud music playing. I do not like it.