chapter seven

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book two - brayden

"I can't wait until we get to college."

I would have everything I ever wanted : freedom, friends, and chances.

And my best friend, Ryan, would be by my side all the time. It would be absolute perfection.

But I had a problem.

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Ryan and I were two very distinct beings. He found his safe place in music and in art while mine laid with playing games and volleyball. He liked to stay quiet and under the radar while I was loud and well-known. And he always faces the past, never tomorrow while I always look towards the future and never in the past.

It was a surprise we became friends in all honesty.

But I suppose it made sense, because he was a realist and I was a dreamer. We were meant to find each other to hold on to them; so the dreamers don't fly too high and the realists don't stay on the ground forever.

But it's been a week since Ryan and I last talked about what happened. We've been working on the project, but we could only work on it for so long until the awkwardness got to us. Then we would simply part ways until tomorrow.

I hated it.

We were once close friends, yet he chose to distance himself from everyone; a little more than a week ago was the first time he's talked to me in 2 years. My former best friend whom I haven't talked to for years.

And when he did speak to me once more, it was nice because it meant a small part of him remembered me as his best friend. It meant I still had a chance to get close to him once again.

I understood part of the reason why he left me, but a small, despicable part of me couldn't bring myself to forgive him. I hated that part, but I couldn't just get rid of it. It felt like it had just stuck itself onto me and it made me feel guilty.

But the funny thing was, even though that part of me existed, I realized something important about Ryan.

It was difficult to like him, but it's easy to fall in love with him.

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