Girl made of glass

Chapter 19 A friend in you

   After that day on the dock, Derek and I were inseparable. Well except when we had different classes. I told Derek everything. No secrets. He hates secrets. I told him about my parents and Travis. And he listened. He didn't judge me like everyone else did. He just listened to me tell my story.
   "I'm sorry that happened to you. I can't even imagine how that feels." He said. "Yeah well, that's my life." I replied. "Ok, well, now tell me about you." He said. "What do you mean? I just did?" "No, you told me about your life, not about you. Come on! What are your hobbies, your interests?" He asked. "Hobbies? Well. I love to read. Obviously I love to sing. Other than that, I don't know." I replied. He looked at me curiously. And then he smiled. "What?" I asked. "Nothing, you're just different. You're not into sports or makeup. You're...special." He smiled at me. I think I blushed a little. "Ok, you want to hear something that separates me from most girls, other than the stuff I already told you?" I asked him. "Um, duh!" He replied. "Ok, here it goes. I hate pink." He starts to laugh. "Seriously? Wait I thought all you girls loved pink!" He laughed. "Yeah well, not me. In fact my favorite color is blue. And you're right I hate sports and makeup and also cheerleaders." I said. "But that's only because you want to be a cheerleader." He replied. I started to laugh, I've never wanted to be a cheerleader. "Hahaha! No! Seriously? Wearing those short skirts? Being all peppy and perfect? No that's not me. I'm a singer and I'm proud of it." I explained. Then he smiled at me again. A cute smile. No ones ever smiled at me like this before. No one but him. Then he leaned in to kiss me. But I turned my head before he could, so he ended up kissing my cheek. "I'm sorry, I didn't..." He said. I interrupted before he could finish. "No it's ok, I'm just not looking for a relationship right now. I'm sorry. Friends?" "Friends." He replied, and then he smiled again. But this one wasn't full of light or happiness, it almost seemed, sad. Then he punched my shoulder playfully and we went back to laughing. I forced a smile, but just as I thought I was being put back together. I suddenly felt like I was breaking again. Why did you have to try and kiss me? We're just friends, nothing more, nothing less. Right?