never be the same • jyrus

chapter one

The sky looks like it was painted with the colors of my soul, with a bit of glitter sprinkled in. Which to be fair, is pretty accurate. I would give up looking at the stars forever if I could just look into those beautiful eyes for ten seconds.

Nights like this remind of the times when I would lay outside on a blanket with my friends and talk about the world and laugh. It feels like it's been forever since I talked to her. I just had to ruin everything, didn't I?

I swear not even the force of gravity compares to the level of possessiveness she feels the need to have. She treats the poor guy like a zoo animal, stuck in captivity with no chances of getting out.

I'm glad Buffy still talks to me on occasion. Without her, I don't know how I would be able to get through this. I had to lose two of my best friends because Andi had to turn into a knock off version of Amber, except considerably worse.

I hear my phone buzz next to me.

Buffy: what's up? you haven't texted me all day, which is totally out of character for you

Me: just thinking, nothing special

Buffy: thinking about?

Me: just things. nothing in particular

Buffy: look, i am going to come to your house if you dont tell me

Me: in the middle of the night?

Buffy: dont test me kid

Me: im older than you, kid

Buffy: fair, but im faster and stronger

Me: dont remind me

Buffy: i bet i know what you are thinking about though. so im coming over

Buffy: its summer, and nobody is home so i dont see anyone stopping me ;)

Me: you may be my best friend, but sometimes i really hate you

Buffy: sure you do ;)

I sit awaiting the arrival of the most persistent person I have ever met. Sometimes she makes me want to scream, but I know her heart is in the right place.

I just really don't want to talk about this again. I'm tired of talking about it and I'm sure she is too. Nobody wants to hear about their best friend's one and a half year long crush. It's so pathetic at this point. Why can't I get over it?

"Hey kid," Buffy says, flopping down next to me. She crosses her legs and puts her hand on my shoulder.

"Sometimes I forget how fast you can actually get here." I laugh.

"I'm not that far, and we both know I'm an incredibly fast runner."

"Can I borrow some of that helium?" I joke.

"What?" she asks. I guess she didn't get the joke.

"I think we need to help your over-inflated ego Buffy." I laugh, hoping she doesn't take me too seriously. I don't want to ruin another friendship.

"Only if you tell me what you're thinking about," she says.

"Buffy you know exactly what I'm thinking about. Don't even try to pretend you don't, because we both know, it's so obvious," I ramble, shifting my body into a more comfortable postion.