Chapter 1

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"I really like him. I don't know what to do. He barely even knows me."
I know how you feel.
"Sandra, I like him. More than I think I've ever liked anyone before."
Yeah, me too.
I nod, "I'm terribly sorry, Carrie. I don't get crushes too often. I'm so sorry you have to go through this."
Good, you're staying pretty honest.
"I wouldn't call this just a crush. But yeah... It is hard. How are things with you and Jared?"
See the thing is, I used to like Jared. Notice I say used. As in- I sorta had a crush on him from about year six, to year ten in school.
I try not to fall for people who I won't have feelings for within the next month.
When I fall, I fall hard. I'm in it for the long run. That's why I don't get crushes too often.
Jared was my best friend. I think that's why I connected with him so well. But sometime towards the end of year ten, Jared decided to stop being my friend.
"Um..... Pretty okay, I guess. I don't really see him as much as our classes aren't as similar. But we're okay."
There goes that whole honesty thing.
Carrie nods, "I'm glad. At least you're love life is pretty clear."
I wish.
"Sandra! Sandra come down here!" My thoughts are interrupted by my mum's calling.
Carrie and I stand up from my bed and walk downstairs to find my mum standing in the lounge.
"Yes Mum?"
"Well aren't you ladies going to get to bed? I can hear speaking from all the way down hear. Go to sleep."
Gladly.
"Got it." Carrie and me head back up to my room to prepare for bed.
We're snuggled in our sleeping bags and I'm about to fall asleep when Carrie's words open my eyes, "You know Sandra, you're a really great friend. I'm glad we're both so comfortable talking to each other about these things. I'm glad that I have you."
"I'm glad I have you too, Carrie."
I'm such a terrible friend. I'm lying to her; she thinks I still like Jared. I haven't even considered telling her about him. Actually, I planned on never telling her to be completely honest.
Why? Well because I knew she liked him, even before she told me tonight.
And I like him too.
I'm a terrible friend.

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