Everyone knows how teenage girls love their boy bands. And how teenage boys hate the shit out of them.
"Oh my god he's so hot!" says the girl.
"Oh my god he's so gay." replies the boy.
In defending them, the girl says the guys jealous. Most guys aren't man enough to accept that.
I am though.
I've seen my life long best friend, Emily, love many a guys. For the last couple years you havent been able to see her walls, it's so full of posters of guys.
Needless to say, I try and get us to hang out at my house.
Every time Em falls for the next big singer or band, I'm the one she plays all the songs for.
"Come on Emily, can't you play this for Jessica or Danielle or anybody else but me?"
"I don't know Jake, can't you watch your sports with Matt or Jacobi?"
"You don't even watch the games with me! You sit on your phone!"
"That's all you do when I play you CDs."
"Cuz I'm not a 12 year old girl." I huff, laying back on her bed.
"Well neither am I." Her cd player closed as the disc starts playing.
It was our last day of junior year, and bells were about to ring.
I sat in Chemistry for the last time, talking to Matt.
"Hey man what are you doing This summer? My dad knows a guy he can get discount tickets to any game."
"I don't know yet, dude. Stay home for the most part. Probably hang out with Emily."
"When are you making your move man?" He was the only one that knew I liked Em. It was probably obvious to everyone else, but he was the only one I told.
"I don't know, I don't think I'm-"
"Bro, we got one more year. You gotta do something."
"I guess."
The bell rang.
Walking thru the crowds of people celebrating that summer had arrived to Emily's class, I thought about what Matt said.
We had one more year of school. I had liked Em since as soon as I met her in 1st grade.
"SENIORS!" Em yelled, taking my hat off my head, throwing it in the air.
"Hey," I smiled, "You're a year early with the hat throwing."
"Oh shut up brace face." she winked at me and elbowed me in the stomach, turning to a group of her friends to hug and say goodbye to.
We walked across the street and grabbed some pizza before heading to Emily's house. Our last day of school tradition since 8th grade.
I ordered what we did everytime.
"One lunch special meal deal please."
"What kind of pizza?"
"Canadian bacon and pineapple." Emily's favorite.
I filled up our cup with Dr Pepper. I couldn't stand that stuff, but it was Emily's favorite. I got to choose Mountain Dew the next refill though, so all was good.
"Oh, going strawless this time?" she joked as I set down the cup.
I laughed and replied "I'll go grab them."
