“Thanks!”
We took the two strawberry milkshakes of the waitress and put them down in front of us. This place did the BEST milkshakes.
“So…?”
He looked up from his milkshake he’d been stirring.
“Yer...”
“I was just wondering if you could… you know… tell me what you need help with”
“Oh!”
He looked back down at his milkshake and then up at me again.
I looked into his eyes and I could see something real behind them. He was scared and worried, this scared me! He was the strongest person I know and to see all the pain he had bottled up was frightening.
I put my hand on his hand that was on the table.
“Tell me, please! You’re worrying me!”
My voice sounded shaken on the last part.
He turned his hand over so he was holding mine and gave it a squeeze.
He looked at me and took a deep breath.
“I need your help to get me away from clicks and groups and people only being my friend because the want to be more popular. I want to be me again!”
This voice cracked and wobbled at the end.
My best friend was broken and it was nothing I could really fix.
Every school has order in each year level. Our year just happened to full of the bitchy, rude and self-concerned people that were the ‘it’ group. I was in the middle of the school democracy; it was a safer place to be.
“What can I do? How can I help? Is there really anything I CAN do about it all?!”
I raised my voice a little too loud and a few people in the milk bar turned to stare.
I lowered my voice down to hardly a whisper.
“Tell me what I can do and I’ll help in any way I can”
He looked out the window at all the people walking down the street and then back at me.
“Be my girlfriend”
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Treacherous
RomanceWhen someone close to you needed help. And you are the only one they trust. What do you do? What about when your plan goes pear shape? Or when the plan starts to become real and you can't stop it? Well, I was just about to find out how much I was wi...
