Short Stories

9. Thoughts Part 1

Strangers.
At first, that was what we were. Seated next to each other on the first day of third grade. Her last name being Byne and mine being Byrne, of course we would be seated together. We were both awkward at first, her being a military child moving place to place and me: just being normal shy me. She made the first move, said hi to me and asked if I wanted to borrow one of her crayons. Red, that was the color crayon I choose. After that we bonded, and it seemed like we weren't really strangers anymore. Instead, we became

Friends.
We had gotten close. Although she had a lot of friends, she was my only friend. She always made time for me and never excluded me. I was the lonely kid, the one all the other kids would bully. The one who was always chosen last for teams. I was the one who had to be in a group of three or by myself when there was partner projects. But with her, that never happened. We had a really good friendship, which is probably why we turned into

Best Friends.
We hung out everyday, and every weekend. We told each other secrets, and who are crushes were. She was there for me when my little sister was born, and I was there when her dad retired from the military. She brought me out of my shell and I had became friends with more people. But she was always my best friend. Some people said we seemed like a couple, but we brushed them off. Always knowing our love for each other would be platonic. Until we got into senior year, then our love became much stronger and we turned into

Lovers.
We finally started to date. When we told our classmates and friends, they shook their heads and said 'Finally'. When we told our parents, they were a bit skeptical but they were ok with it. Our relationship put all others to shame. Since we were already friends, we were close. We showered each other in love. I loved her to the moon and back. Actually, I loved her more than that. Luckily, our friendship had helped bring us together. So when we broke up, it was no surprise that the friendship was gone and we became

Strangers.
Gone was our friendship. Gone was my happiness. The "friends" I had made with her, they left me. I was left by myself. I was left alone with my thoughts. And my thoughts can be dangerous things which can lead to dangerous things.