The Boy With Flowers

nineteen.

there are many things buzzing in my head

but the only thing I cared about was him

how he had called me beautiful and said it like he meant it

my heart sped up every time I thought about it. I can't even look at his face without my face turning red as a tomato

I want to tell my friends about this, but then they might think I'm weird for ever talking to him

but then again, who cares? if they are truly my friends, then they will not judge, right?

lunch came around and I decided to tell them then

" um he said I was beautiful " there I said it. they all looked at me with confusion in their eyes

" who mabel? " one of my friends asked

" axel " there was complete silence. suddenly they all started laughing and wiping tears from their eyes from laughing to hard

" you do realize it's not april fools day yet, right? " so they thought it was a joke

these people who I thought were my friends were really just strangers. I don't know why, but I felt some relief. 

relief because now I didn't have to care what they thought about me, relief because now I don't have to try to be part of the group and relief because now I could sit with him without feeling guilty