Just Friends

Part 1

"Well, here goes nothing," I say to myself as I look at the reflection in the mirror one last time before I have to go. I really dont want to do this, like why cant we go back to summer. That would just make everyone happier anyway. But no here comes school. Senior year in fact. Normally every other senior would be excited about leaving school but I guess im not normal. I mean its not like Im not a bad student or anything like that, I have a very high GPA and graduating top of my class and also, Im valedictorina. So I have nothing to worry about there, but what comes after high school is what I dont want. College. I know what your thinking, 'why would you be worried, you can get a scholarship into anywhere you wanted.' Well its not getting in that is the problem, its a matter of where i am going. I want to go to a Art involnced school. I love art, music, and dancing. I can sing pretty well, and I love to paint and draw. But I mostly love to dance and perform. Its my passion. But its not my parents. They think its a waste of my smarts and talent. So they are planning on me going to some place like Harvard or Yale. So this is going to be a fun year.

As I pull into my high school parking lot, blarring, 'Pour Some Sugar On Me' out of my old Chevy truck windows. I pull into my spot, and there I just sit in my truck and just let my favortie 80's rock drown out my thoughts for a few seconds. Just as Foreigner starts to play through my speakers, I get interrupted by knocking on my window. Its Andrew, my best friend. He waves through the glass, laughing at me as he opens the door for me, "Come on Ariel, youll have to come out sooner or later." "I rather it be never.", I say as I jump out of my truck. "Woah, dont you look good!" Andrew says as I grab my book bag out of my trunk. Im wearing a short grey dress, a red flannel tied around my plus size waist, with my usual leather jacket and black booties. "You know, one day lighting its going to strike you for lying!" I say shoving him a little but smiling as a sign for thank you. "You dont look too shabby yourself Andrew.", in his usual combat boots and dark skinny jeans that just sag just the right way, with one of his favorite 80's rock bands logo t shirt, today its Led Zepplin, and his Jean Jacket. "Why thank you" he says while smiling, with his beautiful blues eyes staring back at me and running his hand through his dark brown hair. "Well I guess we should do this then?" "Or we can get my truck and leave now why we can?" "Or we can go inside, come on you can do it. Its our senior year, we're almost done" I look at him with a worried look in my eye, while he pushes back a piece of my bright red hair that had fallen in my face. "Fine, lets go then." "Thats my girl!", as we turn toward the school he throws his arm around my shoulders and I wrap my arm around his wasit. Now i know what your thinking, Aw what a cute couple, but we dont date. We've know each other for years and have been the greatest friends since we meet. But dont get me wrong, he is very handsome and an amazing guy, but I just dont like him that way at all. Okay maybe a little, or lot.