If What We Had Was Real, How Could You Be Fine?

Chapter-7 Best friend???????

Everyday was the same thing, somehow we didn't get bored of the same thing or each other. Nothing changed during the first semester of freshman year.

It was after we started the second semester when she started talking to me about a guy in her biology class who was hitting on her.

This whole time she was mine, my best friend. But this new guy liked her and she seemed to like him back. I was... I dont know as a best friend I guess I was happy for her. I was only happy for her because I thought that's what a good best friend would do. But I knew I saw her more than a best friend and that side didn't feel so happy about it. I decided not to act on it though. Whenever she needed advice to talk to the guy I would make sure I gave her the best advice I could.

Yes, they dated. And things changed. We texted a little less and when we did he was the topic. I didn't mind though because I mean I still got to talk to her. Eventually they broke up because he had to leave to New York. Yeah, she was sad but I was there for her and she got over him. I think things went back to normal.

Until one night she texted me saying "I need to talk to you"

I got kind of scared.

But then she said "im bisexual"
I was so close minded at the moment, I didn't even know what that was. I mean I had an idea but I still googled it. I was feeling happy because that meant maybe I had a chance with her but then I reacted to my reaction of her coming out to me. And I realized maybe 'I'm bisexual too!'

I didn't tell her that though. I just told her it was okay and how she would trust me with anything.

That night after she came out to me. I started questioning myself.
"Am I bisexual? Is that why I feel something more than just Bestfriend feelings? Wait is this a sin? Wait what if I am? Should I tell her?" All these questions. Of course, I kept it to myself I didn't want anyone to know because I wasn't sure who I was yet.

As we got close to the end of the school year she started telling me more about her last relationship with a girl. According to her they loved each other but they had to break up because she, marisa, moved.
The more she told me about her, the more she questioned herself about how she might me doing.

One night she messaged me all excited about how she had found her on Facebook and they had been talking about meeting up.
My heart shattered because I wanted her but I was to scared to make a move.

I had to convince myself to make a move before they met up though. I had to get her attention before anyone else could.

So one day I asked her to stay after school with me.

We both just walked around the school and then sat on a bench and she started talking to me about her... again.. about how they might get back together. so as she talked and I listened... well "listened" because all I was thinking was how it was time to make a move. Anyways I eventually grew some balls and yes.. I made my move.. I slowly got close to her neck and whispered "is she the jealous type? Would she mind if she saw a hickey on your neck"

"She is the jealous type." She whispered back, giggling.

No, I didn't give her a hickey but I did kiss her neck and she returned the favor.

We then hold hands and walked outside. It wasn't awkward as I thought it would be. But we didn't say anything to each other, we just smiled.