Having a crush on a close friend can be a cruel thing. When the crush is coming for both ends, it is ten times worse.
That is Katerina Thomas and Noah Morrison's struggle.
The emotional connection is there, and so is the physical attraction, but is...
Hello Kitty's book. I'm Noah Morrison, age 28. I'm guessing you know me already or at least pre-teen me. Kitty asked me to write a chapter or a few. I looked through the last few, so I'm going to write about Kitty's and Jackson's graduation party. The graduation ceremony wasn't all that interesting.
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June 6th. Graduation party
We guys changed from full suits to jeans, shirts, and blazers.
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You know how the girls match all the time? Well we decided to try it.
The party was at Jackson's house, and the girls went to Kitty's house for a while before the party, so we just chilled with Jackson helping his parents set up. While I was putting out some food for Jackson's mom, I see a picture of her and her husband holding Jackson when he was little, and a picture of Kitty's parents when they were in college.
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Part of me wants to see Kitty and me like that, happy, a real couple. That weekend in Springfield was fucking amazing, minus Kat freaking out. But being wrapped around her just about twenty-four/seven just about made my life. I should've just kissed her at the pool like I wanted to; I was a few centimeters away too. I just took to long. Then Alexa came and fucked up everything. I really should just tell her how I feel. I mean I've had a crush on her for almost a year now. At first, I just thought stupid things like 'oh, Kat looks nice today!' or 'I hope Kat sits by me during the assembly.' But later on in the year, I gave her a pet name, and she started answering to it. When other people would use it, she would tell them I was the only person that could call her that. We've known each other since we were about six, but I was more Jackson's friend than hers. We really started to talk in fifth grade. When eighth grade started, all of this started. Then these last two or three months, things just changed. I grew some balls and started leaving my hand on her back or her waist. I would grab her hand for any reason I found. I even made it a point to get to know her better. At first, Kitty didn't really acknowledge it, but eventually she would blush or stiffen up then relax again. During the Springfield trip was the first time she really seemed to enjoy me, for lack of a better phrase, being all over her. I know she liked it, but I never saw her just relax with me that close.
