I Think I Love My Best Friend

Chapter 1

"Oh you're shitting me right now, Kenny!" I yell after the boy, now jogging ahead of me. Both of our shoes are seeping water onto the floor, I hope mom won't mind.

"Sorry kiddo, it isn't my fault you aren't faster than me," he says with that stupid smirk of his. I roll my eyes before slowing my pace down to a walk. It was my fault for challenging him in the first place. It had just started to pour outside when I told him first one to my room gets to change into dry clothes first.

Obviously, Kenneth won.

By the time I've climbed up the stairs and made it to my room, the door is shut in my face. I hear him shifting through my drawers and try to wait patiently, humming a little tune while hugging my shoulders to distract myself from the cold, gross feeling that was rain.

"Geez, you'd think your waist couldn't get any tinier," Kenneth says from inside my room. "Do you have any clothes that would fit me?" I can hear the smile in his voice and I let out a little laugh.

"I swear to God if you rip my sweat pants again I will not hesitate to kill you," I say back.

"Oh come on that was, like, a one time thing!" He says in between laughter. We had been doing that a lot lately. Laughing.

I hear a crash from inside the room and start banging on the door.

"Kenny I'm serious let me in," I say, holding back another smile. It was impossible to even get annoyed with him.

"Okay, okay. Relax I just need a minute," after he says this I can hear music start to play. I bang on the door again.

"Hey! Only I can touch my speakers!"

"Kid, listen to me. Would I ever play you a bad song?" I stay silent. "That's what I thought," he says as he opens the door, another smirk on his face. Kenneth had a thing for smirks. It got him out of and into almost every type of trouble you could think of. I shake my head and notice that he has on no shirt and my biggest pair of sweat pants. And then I can't stop laughing because they look incredibly small on him.

"You look absolutely ridiculous," I say between laughs. "Now get out so I can change," and with that I push him out my room.

"Don't change the song!" He says before I close the door. That's when I notice he's put on Green Day's "American Idiot". I shake my head and let out a little laugh.

"You're such a fake fan!" I yell, not at all meaning it. I was a fan of American Idiot myself.

"It's good stuff, Sky. Do not hate on the Green Day," he says, voice muffled through the door. Even with the door there I could tell he was smiling.

"I hope you realize music is the only reason I still associate myself with you," I say, looking for something to wear while stepping over the piles of clothes that littered my room. I normally prided myself on organization, but put Kenny in here for two seconds and you've got a tornado.

"Music is the reason for a lot of things," he says less jokingly. And I silently agree. I toss my wet shoes next to his, and place his soaking shirt on the radiator.

I pick up the first hoodie I can find, probably one of Kenny's, and a pair of baggy sweats, tossing my own wet clothes into my hamper. I don't mind wearing my more comfortable clothes in front of him, he's seen me at my worst plenty of times before.

Something that comes with best friends.

I know what you're thinking. Skylar and Kenneth can't be best friends if they're oh so close to each other, right? But it's true. I was a lonely six year old who had been bullied since day one of kindergarten. He had a similar background like mine in terms of family issues, but he somehow managed to forget all that and became the most popular little kindergartner ever. Popular with both the boys and girls.