Writing's Second Taste

Chapter Five: Sisterzone

After we finished the lasagna Adam cooked up, we ended up just talking about anything that we could think of. I opened the food pack that my uncle gave me and it revealed to be some cuts of vegetables and a hummus dip. I guess he figured out that his neighbor was already willing to treat me to lunch since what he gave me couldn't really be counted as a meal.

So now here I was in this guy's living room actually talking about his failed love story with his best friend.

Hey, if the writing thing doesn't turn out well, maybe I could go study to become a counselor instead. It seemed like everybody around me has some sort of problem they need help figuring out.

And that includes me.

"Then she actually confessed to me," he groaned, grabbing one of the carrot sticks before dipping it into the hummus, "I feel like I was about to faint when that happened."

I hummed in understanding, nibbling onto my own bit of vegetable, "So what did you do after?"

"I told her I love her as a sister," he replied, his expression showing that he clearly didn't meant it, "But it was better that way."

Perhaps not, because in my perspective, she liked him and he liked her. She was brave enough to spit it out and I could only imagine her pain when she found out that all this time, she was so deep into the friendzone.

I mean, sisterzone.

He did not only break one heart, but he broke two. He thought what he did was best for everyone and even went as far as pushing her to another man's direction. There was a problem though, he seemed to have forgotten about his own feelings.

In the end, the selfless side of the triangle ended up with no one.

"Let me get this straight, you loved this girl, she loved you, but you wanted her to be with someone else," I clarified and he nodded, "To tell you the truth, that was a little foolish of you."

"The guy she's with can take care of her," he muttered, "He can easily battle it out with her temper."

"Feisty," I pointed out, "Sounds like someone I won't get along with easily."

Although my friends were far from docile, they were all kind and considered people around them. They may be a little bit adventurous but I could never picture myself with somebody who was a walking timebomb.

Of course, my own best friend was an exception, but that was a story for another day.

He shook his head before taking a bite of the carrot stick, "You'll like her, everybody does."

Well, she better have the charisma if she was as famous as Adam said. What I gathered up from him was that she was the one who paid for most of the apartment so now I got a clearer idea on how he was able to move in on his own.

People like those are highly selective so I may like her but we could never be a hundred percent sure that she would feel the same.

"I don't even have a tv yet," he huffed once a wave of silence fell upon us. He figured that none of us wanted to move forward with this topic so he opted to change it, "I still have yet to go furniture shopping."

"Might I remind you that school starts on Monday so you don't have much time," I spoke, using the throw pillow to cushion my head instead of my bottom as I laid down on the hardwood floor.

"So how about going with me tomorrow then?" he suggested, peering over our make-shift table, "We can go into town and besides, I need some of your opinion because I'm horrible when it comes to these things."