The Playlist of our Story [Winterfalcon]

The Playlist of our Story

I'm Mr. Loverman
And I miss my lover, man
I'm Mr. Loverman
Oh, and I miss my loverThe ways in which you talk to me
Have me wishin' I were gone
The ways that you say my name
Have me runnin' on and on

[Mr. Loverman; Ricky Montgomery]

I laid sad on my bed and thought, like always when this song was on, about Sam. My best friend. But sadly we were not more than that. Everyday I wish me more and more to kiss and love him like I always wanted it. But he only had eyes for his girlfriend. The worst was that i couldn't even be mad at him for liking her. She was always nice and friendly and had an open ear for everything and everyone. Tears filled my eyes. It just hurts. Why him? It could have been every other person on this planet. But I still fell in love with my best friend. The cute Sam Wilson, the one that always laughs and always knows how to cheer me up when I was sad. Him, the one that I have known for years and who always said stupid jokes. His bright smile, his sparkling deer brown eyes and his unbelievable soft lips.

Coming out of my cage
And I've been doing just fine
Gotta gotta be down
Because I want it all
It started out with a kiss
How did it end up like this?
It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

[Mr. Brightside; The Killers]

It was only a kiss, in September of last year, that started it all. We were drinking, together with our friends, and played 'spin the bottle'. The green glass bottle stopped spinning slowly and finally stood still, pointing directly at Sam. The others seemed to think it would be funny to say that he had to kiss me. So they dared him to do it. To be honest, at that time I thought it was funny too, until it happened. In the moment, in which our lips met I realized  that this was the thing that I always wanted. His incredible lips together with mine. To feel his presence like I never felt it before. The stomach pain that you would describe as butterfly's and which I always felt since then when he smiles at me, when he brought me something from the store around the corner or even when he just walks past me. But sadly this moment was over way to soon. We barely unbound our kiss, when the suffering started. And now I lay here, almost a whole year later, and cry because of him and his girlfriend.

I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater
You said it looked better on me than it did you
Only if you knew how much I liked you
But I watch your eyes as sheWalks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than the blue sky
She's got you mesmerized while I dieWhy would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty
You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester
But you like her better
Wish I were Heather

[Heather; Conan Gray]

His girlfriend. Who could experience everything that i am not entitled to. She could kiss and love him. She could look at his beautiful eyes up close.  She could hold his hand and do stuff normal couples did. She could cuddle with him while watching kitschy romance movies. Me on the other hand could just give him a quick look and give him not more than a platonic hug. More tears fell down my cheeks. I wish I were her.

A ringing interrupted my music. A message of Sam.

Sam: Can I come over?

Weird, its almost midnight. What does he want from me that late?

Me: Of course.

Me: Did something happen?

Nothing came for a moment, until another message popped up on his display.

Sam: I explain it later.

What had happened?

Sam wouldn't take long to be here. I stood up to freshen up after I cried because of him. When I looked into the mirror I could clearly see the red spots in my face. I took a deep breath and turned on the water tap. To run the cold water over my hands felt more than good. After that I also splashed some water in my face. Now you could no longer see the spots too much. Before Sam would be here they would be gone. Luckily my parents weren't at home. They probably would have been worried sick seeing me like that.