I write to clear my mind. It's prom night and all I could think of is Antony dancing away with his girlfriend. Stupid Antony.
Stupid feelings.
I write about people falling in love when i can't even find my own love.
"You sure you're not just using his girlfriend as an excuse to hide your feelings?"
"Yes Rashelle I'm positive."
"Okie dokie just asking. So how about this weather?" She looks through my books.
"It sucks." I cry.
"It's actually quiet beautiful."
"Not the weather, this feeling." I motion to myself.
"You mean love." She sung.
"Whatever it is I hate it!" I groan. "Why can't he love me?"
"I thought he did." She rubs my back in realization that I'm crying.
"I meant me and only me. Not his girlfriend." I cry more in frustration.
"Not what that sign says." She looks out the window
"What sign?" I wipe away my tears.
"That one."
YOU ARE READING
Just Friends
Short StoryShe was his heart and he was her soul His touch was fire and hers was ice Deepened in love //if only they knew//
