It was the beginning of tenth grade and excitement overflowed my heart. The mere thought of seeing my best friend once more was more than enough for me to wait anxiously for the first day of class.
I roamed the hallways greeting friends as I looked for a locker. My hopes for a decent locker were shattered as I noticed how all of the top lockers were taken. I signed resignedly and chose a locker nearest to the stairs. It wasn't until a few minutes later when my best friend arrived. We hugged and chatted sharing our summers happy we could finally do so face-to-face.
As I entered my first period classroom my eyes widened as I heard his name being called on the list. To my surprise the tingling sensation in my fingertips had vanished and so had the butterflies in my stomach. Indifference towards him had been growing throughout the summer triggered by his lack of interest. Our last goodbye had been heartbreaking enough.
I did not see him until a few days later until he came back from his trip. My eyes caught his for a second but I quickly turned away. I did not want to deal with his return. I did not want to fall back in love, because I knew it was not love. He would never love me the way I did. After class, he came up to me and whispered he had brought me a small gift from his voyage. Politely, I declined and made my way to my friends again. A few days passed until we spoke again. He held my hand against his cheek and gave it a light kiss. "I miss you..." he whispered. I miss you too.. I wanted to answer back, but I couldn't. I stood silently in front of him containing the flow of words that anxiously waited a moment of weakness to be blurted out. I ran my fingers through his hair and gave him a soft smile as I walked away and thought to myself. I will always miss you..
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Sweet sixteen
Teen FictionI've been in love with him since seventh grade, he's been my best bud for years and yet, he still doesn't love me back... Until he's sixteen.
