My Crush; Or, As I Call Him, My Best Friend

"Little Drummer Boy"

•°•°• Friday, October 16, 2015 (Still)

After marching band was over, I waited around for my dad to come pick me up. I lived with him after my mother divorced him and moved to Maine, far away from our little town here in Kentucky. I took a deep breath of the cold October air to clear my head from the painful thoughts that filled my head. I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around myself, lost in my own little world when a voice suddenly startled me.

"Hey. What's up, Flames?" The not-so mysterious person said. Only one person called Flames, and he was also one of the only guys to hit on me: Freddy Dickson. The son of a bitch was a player, set on getting me in his bed. He was a football star, built like an ox, 6'1", with shaggy dirty blonde hair. To say the least I didn't like him, and to this day was the only girl to turn him down. I had no clue why he was here, nor did I care.

"I just got out of band practice, Fredrick, why are you here at this late hour?" I said in a sickly sweet voice, using his first name to piss him off. It worked, judging by the sour look on his face.

"I thought I could see a pretty girl I know, take her home maybe. You know, show her a good time," he said, regaining his cocky and egotistical demenor and winking at his last remark. I rolled my eyes, could he not take a hint and see I didn't like him or want to sleep with him?

"Oh? Who's the unlucky girl?" I spoke snidely, glancing to see if my dad's black truck was here yet. No such luck.

"I would say she's very lucky, Flames, to have me pounding her all night. And she would be you," he said, anger creeping into his tone. I shook my head and stared at him.

"Me? Not in a million years; not if you were the only guy on earth; ever! How many time do I have to tell you?" My voice harsh as the words flew out of my mouth. I glared at him. He glared back before opening his mouth.

"Flames, you are a bitch. A hot bitch. And I will get you in my bed. Someday," he said quietly, in a deadly tone. Ignoring him, I glanced back outside to see my dad's truck finally. As I stalked away from the idiot, I heard him shout something at me.

"I will get you in my bed one day, Darrion Stone! I will, I swear it!" In response to him, I gave him the bird before climbing into the truck. I sighed in relief and my father just smiled in amusement, his blue eyes sparkling. I grinned at him before turning the radio up and pulling my phone out. I had three new messages.

I opened the first one, from Minny. She invited me to a sleep over she was having next Saturday, and I sent a quick reply back telling her of course I would come. The second text was from Blair, telling me Rico did like me more than a sister, which I ignored.

The third text was from Rico which made me smile faintly. I laughed at his contact name, "Little Drummer Boy". He asked if I wanted to come to his house tomorrow for a movie marathon. I agreed and sent him a quote from one of our favorite movies, Frozen.

*"Can I say something crazier? Yes!"*

"Tomorrow is going to be awesome, spending a day with my "Little Drummer Boy", just watching movies and hanging out," I thought to myself when I got home and in bed. I yawned, locking my phone before rolling over and sleeping.

That night I dreamed of going to Rico's house and watched movies with him and his sister, Victoria Marie. She fell asleep while we watched Tangled (her favorite, so we watch it with her often), and when it got to the part Rapunzel kisses Flynn, Rico leaned over and kissed me.

I woke up when his lips touched mine. My fingers ghosted over my lips, wishing that dream was true. I rolled over with a sigh and went back to sleep. I wish the "Little Drummer Boy" would kiss me in real life, but that will never happen.