The Boy Who's Just A Friend

Apollo

6/12

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Right! It's a week away from the last day of school. I honestly can't believe it. I mean, really. After this, it's a year away from high school. Whenever I think of the time that has passed, I have an odd sad feeling, yet content also. Remember when Adam wasn't there? How he became Apollo, and I became Artemis? And how the sadness consumed me? School hates me, and I hate school. But Apollo is the one thing that keeps me from running from hell. It's odd how much I've come to depend on one person. Especially because I hated people- well, I still do. But not as much since Apollo is here. He's the best! And no, we are not in love. I have a feeling future-me might forget we are just friends. Well, just for the record, we have no intention of falling in love. Even though if I was going to have a crush, it would be on someone like him.

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6/16

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Since this school year is coming to an end, I'll dedicate these last moments to reminiscing of the good old days. Well, they weren't exactly good. But some were. 

Here we go!

Observe present-day Artemis, how past Art would sit in the farthest desk in the corner of the room, drawing. What is it, you may ask? Let's see... a person crying, blood, a puddle of tears, a rain cloud, a bow and arrow, and the moon.

How not depressing!....

Now, observe present-day Artemis, when past Art saw the new boy, Adam, for the first time. Note how she sees the cuts on his arm, and the name he wrote on his paper in bubble letters, Apollo. See how she passes a note to him, saying "Do you like Greek mythology?". He opens the note, and looks at past Artemis and nods, writing and sending back the note, "Yea, why? Do you like it?" "Yep! My favorite God/Goddess is Artemis. You?" "Mine's Apollo."

And so, the bond we have began.

Shoot, gotta go. Apollo wants to show me something. Will write later.

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6/18

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After today, the last day of school comes, then summer break begins, and then 8th grade will come. I'm scared, and happy. 8th grade will be fine, because Apollo will be there. Nothing will change. So why am I scared? Sometimes I hate myself for being so confusing.

Today is a half day, and, obviously, we're doing no work. Apollo and I, being the nerds we are, watched anime together on our phones, and then played Man Hunt with the entire class. I managed to win every single time, except for once, and over heard a boy saying to his friend "Damn! That girl Evelyn can run!" and his friend said in reply, "Plus, she's got some nice legs." After that, I couldn't stop laughing, especially because Apollo heard them also and looked like he was going to tear them apart. Not that he "likes" me though, just that he enjoys the fact that he's my only friend. That might sound evil, but he likes how I prefer him over everyone else. Tomorrow during school, we're having a party for half of the half day, and the next half is going to be spent outside. During summer, Apollo and I have way to many plans to do together. Seriously.

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6/19

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It's midnight, I had no time to write in the afternoon. School was different today. It didn't have the hell or prison vibe that everyone carries around. It had a "Fuck this place!" vibe, and let me tell you, everyone was grinning because of it. When I walked into school that day, Apollo was waiting for me, and he was smiling so much. Let me tell you, if we of the same gender, we would be hugging the shit out of each other. Since we weren't though, Apollo grabbed my shoulders and shook me, saying "Fuck this place!" with the biggest grin ever. Once he did that, I felt happiness I never felt before. It was odd. And now, let me tell you, what I am about to write is not what I would do if I had been my normal, sensible self. But the happiness was so strong, I forget everything about us just being friends, and wrapped my arms around Apollo and kissed him on the cheek, laughing like crazy. When I did, he was shook. But then he smiled and blushed, saying playfully, "Hm, you find me that irresistible?", and then he hugged me back, pushing me closer to him. That was what brought me to my senses, and automatically I dropped my arms and backed away. "S-sorry! I didn't mean to! I don't know what happened to me..." I had said, also blushing. Luckily, Apollo just laughed and said "Eh, it's ok Art!". But I will say, he looked a little disappointed about something. Hmmm. 

Now I'm to tired to write anymore, so I'll write a short paragraph about the party. Everyone had a great time. A girl went on a sugar rush, and was trying to kiss Apollo on the same cheek I did, but he pushed her away and stared at her darkly, scaring her off. A boy spilled lemonade on the teacher, someone almost made me fall multiple times, and when the time came to leave, a group on eight graders on a bus leaving opened their windows and screamed at the teachers and the principal gathered there, watching them, "Fuck you pricks!".

Goodnight!