Best Friend (One Shot):
When I first saw her, I said to myself "she's so beatiful and would probably never notice me"
Little did I know we would actually become bestfriends.
She was the one who texted me first. She got my number from a mutual friend. I was surprised. But I just went with the flow. We texted everyday and sometimes I would call her, and before I knew it, she called me her "best friend"
We didnt get to see eachother often but it was okay. It made the times I was with her feel more precious.
Everything was going great. But then my feelings for her started to become more than I hoped. I knew she was out of my league. I tried hard not to fall for her. But I couldn't help it. There was just something about her..
Needless to say, I fell in love with her. But I could never tell her. I knew it would just make things awkward between us. I knew for sure that she didn't reciprocate my feelings.
A lot of people kept asking us if we were together. To which we always said no. I couldn't help but get a little hurt each and everytime that would happen. I wished that one day, when someone asked us that, we would finally say yes.
But then came a few months that we didn't talk to each other. She got a angry at me because of god knows what. I couldn't help but take the chance and try to move on. I didn't want to fall even more in love with her.
I failed. I ended up running back to her. We just went back to being best friends. And there was a time that I was content with that.
My feelings for her grew more each passing day. I tried to shut them out. I tried to fall for other girls. I tried dating. But again, I failed.
I asked advice from the people closest to me. They all told me the same thing, either I confess or just try to forget her.
I've already tried the latter so I was going to try to confess. But I couldn't. I was too afraid, too scared of what she would say. So I ended up saying other things.. Bad things. Things I didn't even mean.
Again, for a few months we didn't talk. This time I didn't try to move on. I couldn't. All the what if's got to me. I wanted her back. But I knew I hurt her.
So I just waited. Hoping she would reply to all my long texts about how sorry I was and all the stupid, lame and senseless things boys say when they want a girl back.
I tried doing different things while waiting for her. Just to get my mind off her. I hit on other girls, went to parties, got drunk. But in the end my efforts were always worthless. I was still so much in love with her.
So I thought of other ways to say sorry to her personally and not through text. But a part of me was afraid she would just ignore me.
When she finally did text me, I was overjoyed. We went back to being bestfriends like nothing happened.
But some things were different. Unlike before, she had another guy texting her everyday. She had told me about him before, that she had a small crush on him.
I could not stop myself from getting jealous. Like come on. Who wouldn't?
So we talked about it. I lied and told her that I didn't want that guy to take my place as her best friend. But in truth, I just couldn't stand the idea of her being with someone else.
She told me that would never happen. Then I asked her if she really liked him, and what she would do if that guy courted her.
She answered my question by again saying that would never happen. And then asked me what kind of guy I wanted her to be with.
I tried so hard to describe myself. As a guy who could put up with her, a guy who would always be happy with her, a guy who actually knows her, the real her.
But she didn't catch on. She told me I didn't need to protect her. So I told her I just wanted to, that I would do anything for her, that that was how much I loved her.
She just brushed it off as another one of our friendly ily's. That hurt.
But I made up my mind. I am going to confess to her. Before anyone else would get the chance. Even if she rejects me.
I thought of a lot of ways to do it, many were the good ideas. I could surprise her, sing her a song, maybe even just get down on one knee.
Then I thought of this. I would write a story, I would make her read it and hope she notices that it was about us. Then I would tell her how much I loved her more than a best friend.
I've always been cheesy, and you know that.
And well, I've done the first part. Now please. Just listen..
