"Us" is the word I want to define other than knowing it's a pronoun.
It has been a week after the confession. And I started going out with Julian Bridge.
What I meant by 'going out' is a girl and boy having a special relationship with each other. Or simply, the word 'dating.'
And for the past week, we often go home together nowadays. On weekdays, we often go to the library, bookstore, park, and a cafe together to study or hang out.
'We are lovers.'
'Boyfriend and girlfriend.'
But a lot started to look different after the confession I made--
"What? You didn't do anything?!?" Carol reacted. The other two look surprised too.
"We just went to the library today..." I nervously answered to them.
"Just the library? You always see each other at the library even before you started going out together," pointed Theresa out.
"Where's the hugging, the kissing, the loving or anything!?!" Sarah yelled while holding herself in her delusion.
"We– didn't do— anything like that...." I softly replied.
"How about his phone number?" Asked Theresa. "You have it at least, right?"
"I never asked him..." I answered back, and every question they ask makes me sink under the rock.
"Ah~! Julian is so kind. To be hanging out with someone boring as Rina," rang Carol.
"Right!" Answered the rest.
My friends looked bored and I thought maybe I'm a boring person. We did not do anything special after all...
But it was not Julian's fault, most of them are mine. So I need to speak up.
"But you know we ar—"
"AH!!"
I got interrupted. "Do you know there's a new cute shop near the mall?"
"I know that shop! They sell those cute bracelets!!!"
"Hey. Did you watch the movie yesterday?"
"Yeah, it was a great movie! Especially when the boy kissed the girl!"
"I know that scene!!! The boy is very cute!!"
They were laughing.
"Hahhahahahhaha....."
They were enjoying their conversation that they forgot all about my story. It slowly turned to be empty, invisible and unwanted, just like myself.
I WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE.
That's what cried inside my chest.
"I better get going...." I stood up and grabbed my backpack." I need to return the book to the library," I made up an excuse, and Carol let me, she answered, "sure," and I took it.
But before I left, I looked back and they looked like they were having fun. So I left without doubting and went to the library.
And inside, I was in the fiction section looking for a book to borrow. But I felt a little upset from what happened earlier.
YOU ARE READING
Being Next to You
RomanceI've always like him since middle school. I see him in the library where I often read. He reads mysteries, fantasies, cook books and sometimes literatures. He doesn't know about much me and so do l. I only admire him from a far and that's the end of...
