Notes and Kisses

Dos

Dos

After Aaron had confessed his feelings for me that night, I hadn't seen him at school. Some of his friends asked me what happened to him (since I was living next door), but all I could say was,"I don't know".

                I didn't really know what happened to that guy. It was a week ago now and everyone was missing him, especially the girls who were swooning over his gorgeousness.

                I was kind of thinking if I should visit him or not. Maybe I should, but what was I going to say to him?

                See? This was one of those days I wished I had friends. Well, I had friends before but I didn't know what happened. I was not a bad friend, okay?

                "Carter, can you come with us later? We're going to visit Aaron," Dan, one of Aaron's friends approached me during lunch. He was second to Aaron. And because Dan approached me, some of the girls glared at me. Yeah, be jealous because I'm awesome and the popular guys were talking to me. I didn't care any of those glares. Why would I? It's not like their looks would kill me.

                "Why including me?" I asked, confused.

                He sat on the empty chair beside me. "Because..." he paused. I think I knew now where he was going.

                "Sure. I live next door, anyway," I answered.

                "Great. We'll wait for you at the parking lot later." And with that, his awesomeness disappeared along with the glares of the girls around me.

                "Carter?" a red-haired girl approached me. Okay, now what?

                "Yes?"

                "Can you be my friend?" she asked sheepishly.

                That question caught me off guard, actually. No one had ever asked me that question before. And another thing, she knew my name.

                "A f-friend?" I stammered.

                "Yes. You seem nice and you're always alone. So, I thought maybe you would like a friend," she said sheepishly.

                Sometimes I didn't know what life would throw at me.

                "Sure," I answered, a bright smile plastered on my face. "What's your name?" I didn't ask her anymore how did she know my name. Seemed like she's not the stalkerish type of person and why would she even stalk in the first place, right?

                "Samantha... Samantha Bryant. But you can-"

                "Bryant?" I asked, cutting her off. She just nodded. "Are you in any related to..." I stopped. What would she think of me if I said Stephen's name? Stephen was not one of the popular kids. But he's not the outcast type either. Although sometimes, I would see him all alone. I wondered if he had friends.

                "You mean Stephen?" she finished for me, seeming that I got lost in my own thoughts.

                "Y-yeah." Okay. That came out shaky. I shouldn't be nervous about that.

                "Oh, him. He's my brother. Not biologically, though," she told me. I just gave her a confused look. "I mean, I'm an adopted child. But we're on the same age. Good thing that you know him."