My Best Friend [COMPLETE]

Chapter 3 - Telling My Best Friend

"You're what?" he said through the phone, obviously shocked.

"I'm going on a date. In the morning."

"You're crazy. You hate mornings. He'll get a bad impression."

"If he's gonna date me, he should know the cranky, crappy side of me."

"But it's your first date with him! Plus, he sits next to you in your class. if things don't turn out, that'll be awkward!" I didn't think of that. Thomas always has a point, and usually a good one at that.

"Point taken, but I can't cancel, it'll be awkward anyways."

"Well what time are you meeting there?"

"We haven't decided."

"Go there like an hour before and get coffee, then get some more with him so you aren't as crabby."

"You're a genius! I don't know what I'd do with out you,"

"Die, probably." I heard laughter from the other side.

"Gee, thanks. You have so  much faith in me as a human being."

"Doesn't your class start in like, I don't know, ten minutes?"

"Crap. Yes. Gotta go. Bye."

"Bye." I ended the call, and started walking to my next class. Creative Writing was pretty boring, we were given a prompt for a ten minute quick write, and then an assignment. It was easy. All we had to do was write a fun, interesting paper on our all time favorite book or book series. I went to the bookstore after my last two classes, and picked up another copy of my favorite book series.

I wrote on the inside cover of the first book:

Dear Mrs. Evensteen,

                   I would like to not only turn in my paper about these books, but give you a chance to read them as well. Most people don't bother reading them because they think the idea of vampires and werewolves to be cliche.

                                                                    Enjoy! Madalyn

I closed the book, and put it in a box, along with the rest of the series. I opened up a google docs, and started writing about my favorite series, Twilight. I had the essay done in an hour, but I couldn't say the same for my math homework. Just then, I heard the door slam. Thomas was talking to someone. I guessed on the phone, but I must've guessed wrong. I heard a reply. A high pitched reply. Then, a door closing.

"Maddi?" called Thomas "Maaaaaddddddddddddiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" He drew out my nickname. He could be very annoying sometimes.

"In my room!" I called out.

"And you are attempting which homework assignment?" He swung into my open doorframe, one elbow on the wall.

"Calculus. Get over here brain." I stood up, yanking his arm out from under his weight. He stumbled forwards and I laughed.

"Mean. Just mean." he said. I laughed even harder. "Laughing at the one who doesn't mind helping you with your math. Smart." He turned to walk away, but I caught the back of his tee shirt. He stumbled once again, only this time backwards.

"I'm sorry." I poked him

"No, you will be sorry. " He took my hands, and flipped me over his shoulder.

"Please! Thomas! No!" I cried out, laughing. He was tickling me. I couldn't adjust to stop him, or I'd fall off his shoulder. That would be painful. He threw me to the couch, but I had a firm grip on his shirt. His shirt caught around his ears, and he fell, causing me to let go. He braced himself so he didn't crush me. We were inches apart. He was on top of me.

"Well this isn't awkward at all..." I said sarcastically, making myself giggle. He laughed too. He looked at me, like he saw something different, and then in an instant, the look had disappeared. It was probably just my imagination anyways. I pushed him, but he didn't move.

"Seriously, Thomas, get off."

"Why should I?" he inched closer. This was not happening. No way.

"Because," I paused. 

"Great reason."

"Shut up!" I pushed again, and he didn't move. Instead, he closed the gap between us, kissing me. It was sweet, and gentle, and turned passionate. I realized just what I had been missing by not telling him I like him. He pulled away, and I started shaking. A hazy voice was calling my name. I swiveled around, trying to find the source. Thomas disappeared. I opened my eyes, to find Thomas shaking me.

"Wha--" it was a dream. 

"You fell asleep doing..." he looked at the paper under me. "Math. C'mon, Maddi, it's eleven."

"Eleven?" I looked at my phone. "But I started homework at six and I haven't even-" my stomach finished my sentence. "--eaten."

"Well, finish your homework, and I'll find you food in the fridge."

"Just give me some cheese."

"Alright." he walked out of the room. I pushed my hands through my hair. It was a dream. I felt tears well up. No. Stay strong. He's coming back in here and you do not want to explain why you're crying to him. I finished my homework, eating cheese and doing math. I didn't have to worry about the other two classes' assignments, because I didn't have those classes tomorrow. Ugh, tomorrow. I have a date with Bryce. he's not a bad guy, but I have had hardly any sleep. I was supposed to call him! One more thing I forgot.

I dialed on the phone, hoping to just leave a voicemail. Nope. He picked up.

"Madalyn?"

"Yeah, sorry to wake you, Bryce."

"No, no. It's cool."

"Sorry. I just forgot to call and was going to leave a message."

"Oh. Okay."

"Just meet me at the coffee shop at nine-thirty,"

"Okay. G'night."

"Goodnight." I hung up. That was embarrassing. I felt horrible for waking him up. I groaned at the fact I'd have to get there at eight-thirty in the morning so I could be decent, leave, and come back.

That night, I dreamt of Thomas again. I couldn't help but feel cruel for putting Bryce through this knowing I didn't want it to go too far. But I didn't want to decline him after going to get coffee and learning about him. What had I gotten myself into?