*MAY BE TRIGGERING TO SOME PEOPLE*
Did you stop and wonder what would happen if you didn't have that special someone? That one person that helps you with all your problems, that you will always care about and love unconditionally and they feel the same about you. I never did until after mine was gone.
I lost my best friend Vic 6 months ago and haven't been the same since. . I know you may be wondering why so Ill tell you....
Vic and I didn't exactly have the normal boy plus boy friendship. You see, we loved each other and began dating.
We never told anybody about us for a year (We were both in 10th grade); not out closest friends or even our parents. There's no way we could've kept it a secret that long? Hah, we did. It was so hard not being able to touch each other or show any feelings. We couldn't because it would ruin both our reputations. Vic was popular and best known for his athletic skills and I wasn't necessarily popular, I was friends with all the same people Vic was. It's just I didn't play sports to get up to their level. They sorta only liked me since I 'amused' them.
I still remember the day Vic and i were assigned to do a project together (science) and that day was possibly the best day of my life.
~~~~FLASHBACK~~~~
We were both laying down on our stomaches with our elbows propping us up on Vic's carpeted floor. His eyes were boring a page in the textbook and mine were studying his room.
There were so many posters and piles of close everywhere, I wouldn't be surprised if there was something dead in there, I laughed at the thought.
His eyes detached from the page "Pay attention Kellin" He laughed, "This is due in two days." He nudged his shoulder against mine.
I stuck my tongue out at him and laughed, "I'm horrible at science though and how am I suppose to concentrate when there might be something dead under your piles of clothes?" I asked, propping myself up on my right arm so I'd only be looking at him.
He looked around his room with a smile still on his face, "There's nothing dead in here." He looked at me and laughed again.
"I'd seriously doubt that." I said, drawing circles on his carpet with the thumb of my free hand out of habit.
He put his face into his hands and mumbled, "Kellin, get back to work." I took the opportunity to close the textbook and dart out of his room and outside since I knew he'd be following after me (he wouldn't get mad). Soon enough I heard footsteps as I ran down the street, "Kellin you dipwad." He yelled, I could hear the joking in his voice.
I made it to my yard that was just around the block to his. I made it to the door when I realized my mom wasn't home and I forgot where the keys were. I looked down the street to see Vic still running and getting closer to my house and I started shaking, I knew Vic wouldn't be mad it was just the adrenaline.
Where are they?
Pocket? No.
Under the rug? No.
In a pot of one of my mothers plants? Nope. "Shit." I mumbled
By the time I ruled out everything Vic was two neighbors down from my house. I was about to say that I surrender when I remembered the key was taped under the window seal.
I grabbed the key as fast as I could and tried slipping it in the lock but my hands were shaking, "Shit, Shit, Shit." I mumbled again.
The next thing I knew I was being straddled by out of breathe Vic in the yard, I couldn't move because he had a grip on my wrists. We looked at each other, panting.
