Francis Payne
I went shuffling around the clutter I've made with my outfits and didn't bother acknowledging my best friend this morning. Opening the door, I manage to get a glimpse of myself in the looking glass. I cooked breakfast and that's the time Oliver fed up with me snubbing him.
"What did I do to deserve you ignoring me?" He hissed, glaring directly at me.
I stationed the porcelain plate and flung the rag to the side. "Look, I don't like you flirting with Sabrina. She's a normal girl so just let her be."
Instead of the typical argument we have against one another, he resulted in a laugh that the whole city could've heard. Has he somehow gone insane?
"Francis, Francis, Francis. Looks like you're one jealous little boy."
"What?" I was taken aback. "Please I am not jealous of you and Sabrina."
He mocked me and stole a chunk of the scramble eggs I've prepared. As we gobbled our chow, I couldn't avoid reasoning with myself- Me perchance envious of Sabrina and Oliver? That's not the term I'd say. I assume that I'm merely annoyed with them because they got along so well. Wait that is jealousy... Why am I undergoing a sensation like this? It's not as if Sabrina and I are dating. That stung me inside. What? Okay I am officially puzzled.
"Oliver I need your advice." I blurt out.
"Look I know you're confused. You never been in love before and it's driving you insane. Why don't you try to find out Sab's feelings? I can sense she fancies you."
I stood in disbelief. Sabrina and I cannot be like magnets that attract each other. We're perfectly unalike. But I can distinguish that Oliver might be serious and right about this one. I like Sabrina. I like her.
"That's the spirit." He applauds. "You just mentioned that you like her out loud, genius."
I shook my head. "What should I do? I just met her, this can't be like."
"Please it's not like, its love and it works in mysterious ways. Even if you just met her, there is something different. So I say go ahead and feel the feelings."
That didn't even make sense.
The conversation ends as Oliver smirks mischievously, this isn't good.
YOU ARE READING
Picture Perfect
JugendliteraturSabrina Daniels looks through life with a Camera. She lives half of her life through photography, capturing every detail about her life. She's hoping one day she could get into the Arts and Design Factory- a prestigious college for students who have...
