"Can't catch me!" I shout, teasing my best friend Woozi. "Wanna bet" he shouts back and sprints right to me knocking both of us over. We laid on the ground and laughed for hours. Then we'd go inside and eat cookies his mom made. His mom was always making sweets for us after we played, but nothing was better than her homemade cookies.
I kept thinking back to me childhood with my best friend Woozi. Woozi was the nickname i'd given him. It always stuck, but I have no idea why. Things have changed a lot since we were 9. We are 16 now. Sure, we were still as close could get, but ever since i started liking him last year I always make a fool of myself in front of him. My face would turn bright red, i'd get butterflies in my stomach, and sometimes i'd even stutter. Usually I could keep myself together.
I was sitting at our usual table waiting for him to get his tray. Everyday we always sat together and talked and laughed. It was always just the two of us too. We were inseparable. Were ever one of us was, the other was too. I looked up and saw him walking towards me. He looked so cute with his pink hair and oversized sweatshirt. Sometimes i couldn't help but wonder if he likes me back. Or if he'll always just see me as a friend.
