I've had many crushes in my life. From younger to older boys. I remember in preschool I had a crush on one of my sisters friends, Seth Coda. My Oldest sister and I are nine years apart. Needless to say I was a four year old with a crush on an 13 year old. Anywho, I wasn't the only one. Many of my friends and my other sister had a crush on him as well. Obviously nothing was ever going to happen. To him I was probably just a clingy little kid.
Next came my crush on my best friends' (at the time) brother Rick. I was 10 and he was 13 when they moved to town. I was slightly obsessed (although now I don't know why). He has brown short hair and was short for his age. He thought I was the weirdest person on earth. Our families were close so we would hangout a lot. I remember going to his baseball practices and watching him sleep. I was a weirdo, needless to say. But I was 10 so what do you expect. I had even kept a box with little momentums from him. Including but not limited to empty orange tic tac boxes (his favorite), a pocket watch he had given me, different pictures and random weird stuff. A year or so went by and still I was just a girl with a crush. There family moved to North Dakota about three years after moving here. We would go visit periodically but nothing ever changed.
Now I know your probably wondering what happened to the box?
One day a few years later they came back to visit. I saw a drawing of me in one of my friends notebooks making fun of me. Guess who drew it? None other then Rick. Later on that week I burned the contents of the box at a friends bonfire.
A couple years passed by and they came down to visit around Thanksgiving time. By then I was around 14. Obviously puberty had hit Rick because now he was 6ft 1" and manly and I wasn't too bad myself. I slimmed out a bit and looked a bit more mature. By this time I was over Rick but then the unbelievable happened, my friend (Ricks sister) proceeded to tell me Rick now has a crush on me. HA. Now I did what any girl with a vengeance would do. I dangled myself in front of him and ripped the rug out from underneath his feet. Sucks to suck Rick. Sucks to suck. I saw Rick one time after that at my sisters graduation. We now remain distant friends.
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