Assuming, Dating, and Laughter

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I woke up with a huge headache, not only did I forget that I was at Cedric's, but I had 20 missed calls from Michael. I flipped over to see Cedric staring at me with eyes of happiness. Maybe ending it with Michael was just what we needed, it would help us get back to our old friendship; we needed that too.

"Good morning, you slept like a princess I assume." Cedric said, a huge smile on his face. That smile always made me feel so happy, I may not have those feelings for him but I know that if any of his old girlfriends saw that smile-his real smile-they'd all faint on the spot. I was just happy that I was the only one who would ever see it.

"You know what assuming does..." I said, I had never really said it Cedric always finsished the sentence for me.

"It makes an ass out of you and me, that's how you spell it." Cedric siad, I smiled at his cute voice.

"Breakfast!" There was Cedric's mother, who was always so nice to me and assumed that Cedric and I were dating even when we weren't. 

I ran down the stairs as fast as I could manage, beating Cedric to the table was a fight inside my head nobody knew about but me. It was fun, but I dreaded the days when Cedric beat me to the table. Today was not one of those days though.

"People say I'm ugly!" I said, also another ritual that happened every morning I was there, and possibly when I wasn't there too.

"People say I'm fat!" Cedric yelled in the highest voice he could possibly manage. I couldn't help but laugh, but I was cut off by Cedric's mother yelling.

"But I'm always beautiful inside!" This also made me laugh, no matter how many times had heard Cedric's family scream they would always make me laugh.

Cedric walked up to me, maybe afraid he would get screamed at if he just said it, and whispered it in my ear. "You wanna go to IHOP?" I looked at him and smiled, IHOP was our secret hang out place from before either of us were old enough to even be thinking about boys or girls.

He took my hand and led me through the door, as soon as nobody could see us we both started running.

Running helped me free my mind of all the bad things in life, all I could think of was running and smiling and laughing. All of the things that I missed in mine and Cedric's friendship. I missed just talking, Cedric always had an answer for all of my problems.

"Cedric, can we sit down?" I asked, out of breath. He nodded and sat down next to me, maybe I didn't feel that way about his but everytime I saw him smile my breath got tooken from my chest and set somewhere else into the world.

"Do you remember when I used to come to you with all of my problems? I mean all of them, down to the very last detail. You knew everything about my life." I said, trying not to look at Cedric because I knew that I would blush.

"I remember, I miss those times. You always came to my door crying, even on school nights, when I wasn't supposed to have company in the first place." He said, laughing just thinking back to the days.

"And your mom would still let me stay." I said, smiling at the memory of Cedric's mom worrying about me. She always worried about me though.

"And the next morning we'd sing the beauty song, like we always do." Cedric said, I couldn't help but look at him now. He was smiling at me, his amazing smile that sparkled in the sunlight.

"And as soon as we were old enough we always ditched mom and went to IHOP, and we ordered the same thing." I stopped because I knew the next part, this was the part where everything becomes just like it was before and nothing changed.

"We ordered french toast, and coffee." We said together, I couldn't help myself: I found myself hugging him with all of my heart. I never realised how much you really needed a best friend. Your best friend.

He helped me up and we both started slowly making our way to IHOP, slowly I thought of all of our memories down this road. I had past these houses so many times, but all I could remember was hiding in each of the yards. Or pointing out the weird, unique things certain people had in their yards, things that made their personality stand out.

Someday, I wanted to be the house that the kids knew exactly what my personality was like. I didn't want to be the weirdo that had cats, I wanted to be the friendly neighbor that made cookies and had CDs in her tree because they reflected the sun.

I wanted to have a nice family that loved me and everybody else, I wanted a real home. Maybe someday I'd have that.

I looked at Cedric and smiled, I wondered if he ever felt that way. If he ever just wnated to fit in and have a wonderful family and always be remembered. Maybe he just wanted a friendship, and for now that was all any of us needed. A best friend we could call our own.

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