Ok. Things are gonna get deep.
I have a best friend, his name is Levi. I met him in 7th grade.
But before Levi, I didn't have a best friend. And before that, I did.
His name was Laurie.
Laurie and I were inseparable. Our parents were good friends and would arrange get-togethers all the time. We played tag, house, would you rather...that was our favorite. Over the years, we grew apart. Laurie kept getting more distant and I started hanging out with other people. But we always sat together in art class and played would you rather. Some things never change.
With the acceptation of Art and math class, (we would compare answers because we were both amazing at it), we didn't talk at all. And then one day, out of the blue, he texted me.
Hey, how are you doing?
Oh, I'm fine, you?
No, how are you actually doing...I genuinely want to know.
I read that text thrice over in my head but could never wrap my mind around it. So I didn't. We talked as per usual, and that was the start of something new. We would have casual talks and jokes in school, stolen glances and interpreted looks and inside jokes that only we knew. After school, no matter what time we would have heart-to-hearts and deep conversations. I always brushed it off as something I did with everyone, but that's the thing. I didn't do it with everyone. Only Laurie.
And then one day, after laughing at a stupid joke he made in math class, I realized it.
Laurie was in love with me.
And, I didn't know why.
Xoxo,
Alexei
