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.
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