My best friend

Chapter 4

Mark and I returned home saying goodbye to each other. He had walked me home first as he always has. "See you tomorrow", he would say. it was the same routine. after I was walked home I would walk inside and smell the delicious aroma of a home cooked meal. My mom would always prepare something special every night having a new dish every time. Except on Fridays. Fridays were our movie night days where we ate pizza for dinner and popcorn and candy bars while watching an interesting or thrilling movie. After exclaiming that I am home when I walk through the door, I open my bedroom door and throw my backpack onto my bed. I pull off my shoes not bothering to untie them and change into some comfy pajamas. My parents had always made me do my chores right when I got home, so afterwards when I change, I walk into the kitchen and unload the dishwasher. When I am finished, I go back into my room starting my homework. I was always good with doing my homework on time. I usually finished doing everything around 4 or 5, depending if I sat around texting on my phone multitasking while doing my homework, which was a bad habit. If it was a Monday or Wednesday I would always make sure to be ready for Mark to show up at 6 sharp no later. I tutored him for math. I got my homework done around 3:30 not having as much to do tonight, which gave me a little time to take a nap just relax and maybe even play on my phone a little more as well. I ended up sleeping for two hours then when I woke up I had spare time. I decided to walk my dog Brody to the dog park and play fetch with him giving me an extra ten minutes when I got home. I got everything ready laying all my math notes, textbooks, and etc. Everything I would new to help Mark with this weeks lesson. When he arrived we greeted each other for the second time today and got to work in my bedroom. I taught him how to do the equation and told him to work it out a couple of times. I showed him examples to use them as references and he started without my help. As he was working with his head down staring staring at his paper not noticing that I was staring straight at him. And I don't think I had realized either. For all this time; I had thought, we have been friends and we had never acknowledged the fact that we would be a perfect couple even though we never wanted to be a couple. The way we interacted with each other was as if. The way we looked into each others eyes was like we were. And the way we spent time together made it so obvious that we were meant to be. And I had thought I had a crush on him. I knew that if I had brought it up it could ruin or relationship or something else would happen. It could become awkward between the two of us if I said anything to him. But I couldn't hold it in any longer. I was now realizing that this wasn't a first time thought, because I had thought about my crush several times as we went through junior high and high school together. This is the first time I will attempt to tell him though.