It's Not Like We Are Friends or Anything.

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You know, Christmas is almost here, and it is my favorite holiday! What's yours?

I do know that, it is almost here. I didn't know it was your favorite holiday. Either Christmas or Halloween. 

I like Halloween too, but definitely not as much as Christmas though!

I think I am starting to see that. What is your favorite part of Christmas?

My favorite part would definitely have to be the snow, the lights, and the Christmas tree!

Those are all very nice aspects of Christmas. Know that you mention it, I think those would have to be my favorites too. 

Sometimes I think you just agree with me so I like you more. 

That is most certainly not the case! It just so happens we have a lot in common, my friend. 

I thought we discussed this, I didn't agree to this friend thing. 

Well I decided for you, and now we are friends, so consider yourself lucky. 

Why should I consider myself lucky? It's not like we are friends or anything. 

Because I don't have many friends, and now you're one of them. That's why. 

Why don't you have many friends? You play yourself as someone who everyone would wanna be friends with. Except me of course. 

Well that's kinda the problem. Everybody does wanna be my friend, but it's not for who I am, it's for what I have. 

Well I am most certainly not here for what you have. And plus you texted me first, so maybe you wanna be friends with me because of what I have.. Ever think of that? 

I can promise you I am not. I thought you were a man at first. That should answer that. 

I'm just kidding anyways. I'm poor. 

HAHAHA. I'm sure you have a lot more than you give yourself to have. 

I guess you're right.. it's just that my friends have so much more than me that sometimes I feel like I don't have enough.  That I don't fit in, or that I'm not enough. Y'know? 

I definitely know what you mean. I feel that way all the time. But if you ever feel like that again, just remember you are enough, and I don't even know your last name, and I'm still here.  

Not again // Jack GilinskyWhere stories live. Discover now