Summer '09 (was life)

Chapter One

Adam. My best friend, nothing more, nothing less. He's my other half, my friend and sometimes savior. We'll always be there for each other. I've known him since we were five, since I saw him on the playground the first day of kindergarten. I was the shy girl, and he was the brash, bold boy who couldn't keep his mouth shut. We clicked, his rough edges and my smooth curves locking perfectly in place. However, the evil "cooties" kept us apart.

In first grade, it got better. we started playing and just being together more. Second grade, we became inseparable and stayed that way. At least to the end of eighth grade summer. Hormones separated us now, keeping us submerged separately in the complex world of middle school politics.

Freshman year, everything changed. I began to see him in a completely different light. I yearned to run my finger along that scar I gave him in third grade (don't ask). And apparently he felt the same way about me. I, being the embodiment of the clueless girl, was too blind to see it.

It was a perfect October day, the kind of day that fosters high hopes and breathless words.We were walking home from school together, just like we have every day. He stopped as we approached my house, turning to face me. Smiling, a part sick, part excited look plastered on his face, Adam cupped my face in his hands. He pressed his forehead to mine, and whispered "Will you go out with me?"

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