Parts of Falling In Love

Shoulders

Kristof

September 8, 2011

You threw your arm across my shoulders. You do that every time you see me. Good thing, I'm just a few inches taller than you.

"Our team's gonna play later! You better cheer for me!" You said in your high pitched voice, sounding really excited about it.

Too bad, your team lost.

"It's fine kiddo!" Jake shouted.

"You did great, Little sis!" Jack yelled.

Your twin jock brothers were really cool about you losing, even though they never lose a single game when they play. They don't push you too much to be as great as them, unlike what Tim does to me.

You put up a happy face for them, smiling widely and bumping fists with them.

You really loved soccer.

When your brothers were gone, you walked up to me, stood behind me, and put your head on my shoulder. You won't tell nor show your brothers that losing a game breaks you into tears.

"We're friends right? So please don't tell my brothers about this." You sobbed.

I don't know how it all happened but I'm really glad it did. We're finally friends.

It's actually like I'm your best buddy.

You throw your warm arms across my shoulders every time you see me, share your apples and milkshakes with me, and cry over my shoulder every time your soccer team loses.

I'm happy about that- not about you losing but about you letting me see your weak spot. I don't care if Tim won't stop teasing me about having a weird and disgustingly sweaty underarm.

All I care about is being there when you need me and having a shoulder for you to cry on when you're sad.

I know you don't remember me as Mr. carrot. I lost a lot of fat so I don't blame you if you can't remember me. I'm now actually happy about you not recognizing me because I really looked stupid back then and I don't think you'd want a weird fat kid that get teased a lot as your best buddy.

I do hate that my brother's popularity in football made him more of an ass, unlike your brothers. But he made me eat less rice and meat and more vegetables and fruits. He kept me from living a sad fat-kid life in grade school. It's the only thing I liked about my brother though.

"Tof, let's hangout at my house. I discovered a new show and it's really funny!" You said, wiping the traces of tears on your pink cheeks and trying to laugh.

I really enjoy hanging out with you but I don't think your brothers like it.

We went to your house and we watched a few episodes of Happy Tree Friends. It's a brutal show and you keep hitting my shoulder when you're laughing. You can be a bit violent when you're too happy but I don't mind.

Before I left, Jack narrowed his dark blue eyes on me and did an I'm-watching-you look, pointing two fingers at me. I'm not sure why but maybe it has something to do with him seeing me holding your shoulders to keep you from painting my face with lipstick.

I think he thinks there's something going on between us, something like what I saw Tim watching the other day. I think it's what they call love but it gives me weird feelings and I don't think we'll do the same thing even when we grow older.

When we were watching TV and a toothpaste commercial played, you shrieked and said kissing is disgusting and it's a way to get disgusting germs that can cause death.

I don't think it can cause death but it sure can cause fever. I remember Tim getting sick when his fourth grade classmate kissed him. Tim looked really red and he wasn't able to eat lunch after that.

I tried asking mom about it and she said that love can really make a person feel sick but not the sad kind of sick, the happy kind one.

I don't get it.

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