I Will Fight For You

Crummy, Cruddy, Crappy And All things Sappy.

            

It didn't matter what I wanted before and if Riley really cared for me he'd let it be.

But Riley.

I stood up and gathered my things, preparing to leave. With one final look at Riley I uttered the words Hannah and walked away. I'm sure he knew what I meant. Maybe not now but he will, eventually.

It wasn't fair for me to take away my best friends happiness. If she was in my position she'd do what I did in a heartbeat just like she's done all the other countless times, I've counted.

In some strange twist of fate all the guys Hannah has ever liked always seemed to like me. I found out that the only reasons were because I fight but I never spared them a second glance. I know it probably hurts her but she never let it show, she would encourage me to go talk to them. Every time she ask me why I ignore the guys who'd over look her I'd say that If a guy only likes a girl for her looks then he wasn't worth it. Which I believe is very much true. Hannah was really pretty. You'd never think she has not had a boyfriend yet. Don't get me wrong looks aren't everything. Brains is the dominator but beauty and brains, well she's a killah. In my eyes Hannah was bewitching. I always envied her looks. She had this innocent touch to her. Many people thought she was this badass, mouth running bitch because she was friends with me. They at least got the mouth running part. But Hannah was the exact opposite. Like I said she was optimistic, energetic, and just over all a great person. She was ultra caring and loving. She's just too innocent for her own good.

I remembered the first time she ever cursed. We were fifteen. Jay had taunted her into saying it. She regretted it immediately and looked as if she was gong to burst into tears. That memory brought a smile to my face because after that I had to hug her for hours just to comfort her.

Hannah had this thing about showing affection. She loved giving hugs and comforting people. Almost every time we saw each other we'd hug. Many times she'd drop whatever she's doing just to hug me. Even if we had been chilling together for the whole day. It didn't matter telling her a million times hugging was stupid she would stop for that day but the next she would be right at it again. But secretly I loved it. I think she knew that too. We were really close. I mean we are and I really don't want that to change. Ever.

I'd drop any boy for her. Just like I did to Riley. At the end of the day, no matter what, Riley will always be my best friend. And if he decides I'm not worth it and leaves me whether it be today, tomorrow or even five years from now I'll always cherish the times we had together.

I'm doing the right thing. I know I am.

Am I?

*

When I got home the house was quite which was the norm. I can barely remember a time when it was lively after my mother had died. It was well after six, almost seven, when I walked through the doors. All the lights were off; if I were to drop a pin I'm sure sure anyone across the street would be able to hear it. My father was out doing- whatever he was doing. Frankly, I couldn't care less.

The windows were closed, the shoe rack neatly stacked and no noise was coming from upstairs. I wasn't really bothered with the quietness, I'd gotten use to it.

I made my way towards the kitchen. I was starving seeing as how I missed lunch today. But stopped suddenly in my tracks as I entered. What surprised me when I walked in was that I saw my younger brother seated on the island chairs with homework in front of him. He never did homework in the kitchen, especially after we'd have a fight. He'd be in the living room playing some shooting game while screaming at the top of his lungs to his friend through his headset. Nothing like getting your frustrations out by killing the undead. I wouldn't be surprised if The Walking Dead wanted tips from him.