B. Loski's Point of View
"Listen Bryce, don't shoot her down. Maybe she does like you for other reasons. Who knows? Some people are different than what they show on the surface." Naomi told me.
I looked over at her before moving my eyes back to my lap, "I don't know."
Did she want me to date Sarah? How could she want me to date Sarah? That's ridiculous. Not only does Naomi absolutely hate her, but I'm not too crazy about her either. Naomi, that's who I'm crazy about.
Everything about her. And yet, here we are, she's trying to convince me to be with this other girl. Why would she do that? Doesn't she know what she does to me?
How crazy she makes me feel? How she makes my heart pound out of my chest, how she makes me smile by doing absolutely nothing. I want her. Not Sarah. Fuck that.
I looked back up at Naomi, "I think she's just blinded by my popularity and looks." Naomi licked her lips a little, a habit she had formed. She did that sometimes when she began to gather her thoughts, right before she says something extremely intellectual and somewhat hard to comprehend at first because nobody our age is that damn sophisticated.
"You may be 'popular' and you may have the 'look' but your best feature is your personality." Naomi stated, her voice monotone. Like it was nothing. So nonchalantly spoken. But, for some reason it got under my skin. Burned into my mind.
Nobody's compliments ever mean that much to me. Sure, they make me smile and feel good but, when she says it I'm flattered. Speechless. Because she, an angel on Earth, thinks these amazing things of me. Even though, I'm not that amazing. She thinks it. And I think she's amazing, so.. where does that leave us?
I smiled at her, "You think so?" My voice sounding excited and I definitely looked the part, my eyes widened, a large smile on my face. Naomi playfully rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah don't let it get to your head Loski."
I laughed a little. My smile growing even larger as our eyes met, "How could I not?" I asked, trying to sound suave. Although I'm not.. at all. Naomi's adorable laugh filled the room.
Her light laugh sending a tingling feeling in my stomach. It was a feeling you can't really explain. It's like butterflies, but it's not. You get it when you see someone. Someone who makes you crazy, makes your heart race, makes you question everything. And it makes you feel happy, yet a little sick. And you just want it to go away, yet you pray that it'll stay forever.
Because even though it makes you feel odd, you sort of enjoying the feelings you have for this person. Whether you think it's right or wrong, you still get the tingle. It's just a reassurance. A subconscious reminder of how that person makes you feel.
"When do you have to go home?" Naomi asked. I smiled a little more as I shook my head, "Never."
Naomi furrowed her brows together, her nose scrunched up a little, "What do you mean never?" I laughed, the corned of my lip curving up a little, "I just wanna be with you forever. Forget going home. The only thing that matters to me is being with you."
"Stop." Naomi said lightly, her cheeks turned a little pink as she let out a sigh, tucking her hair behind her ear as she stated at the ground to somewhat shield herself. I placed my finger under her chin and lifted up her face so her eyes met mine, "I refuse to stop because that's the truth. Sorry." I said with a shrug.
"You're so full of yourself, I should've never complimented you. It's just feeding your ego." Naomi sassily stated in a joking matter. I laughed, "Building up my self esteem."
She shook her head, "It's already pretty high buddy." Naomi said, her eyes searching mine. Buddy? What the hell is buddy? This was all romantic until she called me buddy. What the fuck? I don't want to be your buddy. Buddy is what you call your damned dog.
I don't want to be that to her. I want to be more than just her friend that gets called my generic names she uses for her other friends, ones that aren't nearly as close as we are. I don't want the name Buddy. I want her to call me babe or baby, or at least just call me by my name. Don't downsize me to your buddy.
Cause if I'm her buddy for the rest of my life, I might just go insane.
