The Boy In Pink

Chapter 1: Our So Called 'Friendship'

I saw that jerk on my TV screen, sighed and changed the channel.

I couldn't forgive my own best friend since Grade school, Lee Sungmin, for leaving without saying goodbye.

All of my friends that I had had huge fan crushes on him. Yep, fan crushes. My best friend had fans. He got what he wanted since he was a little boy. He was part of famous Asian boyband, Super Junior.

But he didn't keep his promises.

'When I'm famous, I will take you with me and we can see the stars together' he said at age 10.

'When I get to fame, we'll make a future together, you and me' he said at age 12.

'The first song I compose, I'll dedicate it to you' he said at age 15.

And the most painful...

'I'm auditioning soon...if I can't stay or take you with me, I will come and say goodbye and make sure we stay in touch' he said, one month before he left me wondering why he lied to me so many times. One month before that dreaded audition for SM Entertainment.

My friends, my most trusted friends, thought I was crazy for hating on Sungmin. They didn't know about all of the promises to me he broke.

It all started in my first year of Grade School: it was Sungmin's second. Before I became friends with Sungmin, I was brainwashed by the other first grade girls to think boys were sweaty, bacteria infested pests that passed on a so called 'disease' called 'boy germs'. I was brought up by them to believe that skipping and playing with dolls and your mother's makeup was 'normal' I didn't neccessarily want to be like this, but if it got me friendly companions, I would do it.

Poor Sungmin didn't seem to follow the boys rules. To that big 4th grade boy, Kim Young-Woon, being a boy was all about bolting down big plates of food in the cafeteria, playing football every day and being skilled at burping the alphabet and practically nothing else. Noone would suspect Young-Woon, captain of the football team, would love to sing like Sungmin did. I was sure he would never get to where Sungmin was going to get.

Sungmin was definitely different to Young-Woon and his army of boys. Instead of playing football, which he hated, he would go to the Music Room, where tbere was a piano, a bass guitar and an acoustic guitar and a real, shiny drums set. I wasn't a huge fan of instruments, but I did enjoy the acoustic guitar. I would play the songs on the music sheets while Sungmin made his way to the piano and played songs he composed himself: yes, he composed his own songs at the age of 7. Simple, but still very good. As well as that he wore his pink sweatbands every day with his spotless white shirt and freshy laundered trousers. He also brought to school pink ribbons: for me.

"I don't break promises like Young-Woon does" said Sungmin, smiling one of the cutest smiles at me. I grinned and let him put them in my piggytails. At that paticular moment in time I didn't know girls and boys could love each other. I thought despite our lovely friendship, we could never love each other.

But you see, I entered my second to last year of Primary School and Sungmin entered his last. Young-Woon was long gone by then. It all hit me hard in the face then that guys and girls could be in love, even those who started out as friends. So when the final day Sungmin had at Primary School arrived, my heart twisted with sadness. Not only was I upset that my beautiful, pink loving friend since the younger years was leaving, but I was upset I never got the true chance to find out my real feelings for him. My first, and only crush was on him.

I finished by final year at Grade School and happily found out I was attending Sungmin's High School. I walked in as a fresh new delivery on the first day to greet my Sungmin, who had no friends once again. His smile lit up the corridor as I walked through and found him.

We were in none of each other's classes, as he was in the grade above me. Young-Woon did not go to our school and we had already both forgotten him. We both went to the music block where he had made a companionship with the music teacher who adored his passion for the piano and his angelic voice. We both stayed there most of the time during recess

I joined Dance: which I found felt much alike to skipping and double dutch. I liked playing the guitar, but at the time I joined dance, I knew what my path was: I wanted to dance.

I didn't spend my time in the music block anymore: I dragged Sungmin along to watch me dance, and soon became as professional at dancing as he was with singing.

We went to Senior Prom together. Well, he more blackmailed me into it. He videoed me dancing and threatened me to go wih him otherwise he would post it on myspace for his thousands of followers to see. I tried to protest, saying I was a year younger and wouldn't be able to go with him. Of course he persisted and got a teacher's permission to take me along, and I agreed on the condition his tuxedo was not pink. He agreed and wore a white coat, shirt and jeans but of course, his tie was bright carnation. I pushed him playfuly when I saw this and kissed him on the cheek. He went bright red and we ended up having an awesome night, but I for some reason couldn't admit my romantic feelings to him.

I cried a lot when it was Sungmin's last day. On that day he took me to the music block and sung me a song, an old lullaby we would sing in choir at school called The Deep Blue Sea. I loved the song, because it reminded me of him. We hung together through the last period, as the teachers let you hang out with your friends, and when the final bell of the year rung, I burst into fresh tears and he grasped me tight, struggling not to cry as well. We lived not too far from each other, but he was moving out near to the university he had chosen to attend for a while before he auditioned for SM, for his parent's sake. He stroked my hair and kept me there until everyone else had left, then he pulled away and pinched my cheeks, which he knew I hated.

"I'll be back before you know it. And when I audition for SM I will keep you right here" he whispered, putting his hand on my pumping heart. We walked out of school as his bus was about to leave. He gasped and started to run. He waved wildly as he stopped the bus just in time. Hs hopped on and settled in a seat, clearly exhausted. I sat down and watched as the bus pulled away and wondered if I really would find him again.

Of course for the first year I spent without my wonderful friend, we talked on the phone every night and MSN'ed each other as much as we could. Eventually these chats got less and less frequent until they turned into awkward 5 minute conversations. I knew I was losing him too fast, but there was nothing I could do.

I made some new friends from my dance lessons, and when I left school, they came to the same Arts University as me. My major was dancing, as well as some others such as instrumental music. I wasn't expecting much from Sungmin.

Until I saw his face on TV!!!

I did a double take anx watched as they announced the new boyband, Super Junior 05. I switched the TV off in rage and smashed the framed photo of me and him. I kept it, but it was sitting somewhere in my closet where I can't find it.

So yeah. That's what he called a friendship. Lying to his best friend about all those promises.

I still loved him, but I just wanted him to come back and say goodbye.

of course that was never going to happen. He was way too famous.

That was our 'apparrent friendship' over. For good.

Or was it?