As I lay on my bed reading a novel I hear my door open and then shut with a loud BANG!
I looked up only to see my best friend walk in with his hands balled into fists. He walks up to my desk and bangs his hands on it, "FUCK!"
"Dude, take a chill pill. You know my parents are home."
He sat down on a beanbag that just happens to be near where he is standing.
His face looked and angry. My face turned solemn, "Shitty day? Me too." I remember back to the kids in school shoving me around and calling me mean things. The adults don't really do anything. Just watch me die inside as I get tortured. Physically and mentally.
"You don't know what it's like to get laughed at just because you're different."
"I'm pretty sure that is the exact reason why we are friends, actually. Pretty sure...." I ended that sentence with a whisper.
"Sorry. I forgot."
It was easy to forget. We go to school in the same building but that's only because our schools are built in the same building. Two different schools, same construction site.
The only time we ever actually see each other is either during lunch or before and after school.
"Its just so hard you know?" I don't know how I didn't see it until now, he had been crying. His light eyes were l puffy and red. "Being the one target for anyone to take a shot at?"
"I know. And I'm sorry for you."
"I'm sorry for you too." For a few moment we just sat there. Enjoying the peace and silence... For once. "Hey, I got you something."
"What is it?"
He took out a tiny box with a bow tying it all up together. He handed it to me.
I opened it and inside was a necklace and for the first time in a long time. I smiled.
"Is that a smile I see?" He was now sitting on the bed.
"It is."
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek. Just a light kiss. A kiss to preserve this moment. I knew what that meant. He enjoyed this moment. He wanted to keep it.
But unfortunately it had to come to an end.
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(A/n) I feel so inspired right now
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Mysterious
PuisiLove is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't. Hate is different for all of us. Some is given. Some is taken. Some is one-sided. Some isn't.