quiet truth

two boys.one girl,with a choice.her boyfriend of a period of one month or the guy who she really liked.

the boy she liked...everyone of her friemds had something a gainst him.she had no idea why though.he was generaly a nice,kind guy.her friends used to call him horrible names like manslag,twat and horrible things like that but she couldnt see why.yeah sure he had bullied and been not very nice towards other people,but she belived that was caused by the experience of being bullied.he was a little one to pick on because of a few tiny imperfections,but in her eyes they were the perfections that made him the way he is.and thats one thing she loved...he didnt give a shit about what people thought about him he just threw it back in their face and then they never said anything back to him.

there were only a few tiny 'imperfections' about him.but he and i didnt care about what the others thougt about it we just got on as being friends.

until...

she told a good friend about this little truth and the friend told the guy and at first the girl was scared.the friend continiued

'so tell me the rest'

'so i told him'continued the friend 'he wa s just like,yeah.yeah,and then he said he likes you back'

'oh my god,how amazing is this...how shit is this...'

'what'?

'doesnt matter see you soon'