"We can be good friends"

Chapter 5

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Here it goes....

We Can be Good Friends

Sierra was my best friend. Of all the girls, I chose her as my friend, when she chose me to share her secrets.

She was all good. We were good, even though we had crushes on the same person. And I was the one, who kept that a secret on the deepest chambers of my heart.

Time passed, like light years, then years, later days and then as seconds.

We were the best of friends, different from every other group of friend. We never had frequent fights. I can even count the number of fights we had. Cause the ones we had were big. Two big fights.

You would be surprised to know that none of them was for Ryan.

About him, everything was cool with Sierra. Rather with the both of us.

It was the best time of the day, when we gossiped. She brought the news of the new pairs at school and I was the one to sit back and enjoy.

Sometimes the news were boring but I laughed hard enough, cause Sierra made them awesome with her hilarious creativity.

Oh God, save the boy whom she marries! He has the probability of dying because of a weird reason.

Lack of oxygen in the lungs due to non-stoppable laughing!

School was the place of our meetings. Our houses were separated by 11 km. So we never had the chance of visiting each others. Though she desired to visit mine, I never allowed. Somethings are not to be shown to, even if she's the best friend.

Sierra made it all clear by saying that I had "inferiority complex " and maybe that was my reason of pushing away the plan that was ever raised by her to pay a visit to my house.

She really understood me. She was the one person knowing my secrets except one. That we already know now. She knew all my other crushes like on one of my younger uncles. She knew I had a crush on the boy-next-door. She knew how my veins reacted to situations. What can I say, she could predict me.

She was well accustomed to the fact that I preferred to stay alone and silent in one corner of the classroom. But though she would pull me towards the crowds. I hated her for those forceful acts.

What a girl!

Today that storm was to arrive at the airport. And I haven't yet told that to Ryan guessing how would he react.

Breaking the silence, me, "How's life? "

With a sweet smile which could kill me right now he opens his pink lips "Yeah, about that, it's.... You know boring. I never thought life could be this boring. "

Well, back in standard ten he filled everyone's ear that he's gonna be a District Magistrate. All he wanted was easy money. Sit and relax type of work in office or so.

Today, I can't even bear the fact that I liked a boy with such boring thoughts of carrier. Oh my god.

I'm embarrassed like Augustus Waters from the fault in our stars movie.

A DM! That too in a village like area! Disgusting. I hate him. Yeah. I hate him for those wishes inside his head.

But something makes me happy that his life is not interesting at all. I loved him but I was always jealous of him having a higher style of living than me when this happened...

Flashback to the past...

I would thank the founders of whatsapp, namely Jan Koum and Brian Acton. Because that was the only social networking app Ryan used.

Oh my god! this poor boy. His parents were too strict.

We could only chat there. But he was too busy. I need not have the guts to talk face to face at school. But then he left

So finally one day after we hadn't had a conversation for the last four months.

Yes I remember.

He texted "hey"

I was so happy. I was resting on a chair in a coaching class when suddenly everything went numb. I couldn't hear anything but my heartbeat. I could sense my ears getting hot while staring at phone without replying. Rather thinking the best possible answer I could type him. Oh god, I was so concerned.

What was wrong with me! It was just a "hey".

I replied "hey, how are you?"

He says," just normal days. And you? "

Even today I regret the day. That was a different Pearl that day. Something was seriously wrong.

To my surprise I wrote him a big para of complains "I am not okay at all because I find myself unable to concentrate in studies. I don't have a friend at school after Sierra left and I'm suffering loneliness and it's getting hard to manage all alone being all friendless loser! "

Yeah Sierra had left the school in the beginning of our senior year. And I was lost alone. After reading a para on "depression " I found I was suffering from that.

He texted while my heart didn't stop to beat. The frequency of the beat increasing with each second the screen showed 'typing... '.

Finally my eyes staring at the phone like some volcano has erupted inside it.

"Make a boyfriend!"

I couldn't reply any sooner. I sat there with my phone. I was shocked. Never in my wildest dreams I could have imagined his weird suggestion.

After five minutes got the courage "A very good idea." Note the sarcasm.

He went offline. I was thinking what would he reply but he went offline. Oh god! I cursed myself for replying late. I got angry.

I wrote down, "will you be the boyfriend?"

Oh my god. What just happened! I couldn't stop the message now. It was already midway in the ionosphere.

My heart beating like it's piercing my chest. I could feel my cheeks getting red hot!

But he went offline. So big big tension for until the time he comes online. I couldn't sleep that night till 2 a.m. ,later I fell asleep I don't know how.

Was I not afraid of his reaction. Deep inside I had a feeling he liked me. He did.

The way he made me laugh and smile, while the screen cutting us(while chatting) gets me to think he likes me.

Author's note :

Yeah right. boring part. All about flashbacks. But as I said they are necessary. So I won't stop the" flashbacking". If that is a word.

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