The distance between us

Chapter 1- Bittersweet Friendship

        There I was standing in the pouring rain my eyes spilling out tears of pain as I stared at the love of my life kissing another girl. There was a sharp pain stinging my poor heart. My clothes were already soaked to the skin, and my hair sticking to my neck and face irritably.

        I tried to force myself to look away from them, but my body was frozen in place, my eyes trained on the familiar figure of my best friend since childhood. The guy I have known ever since I was a kid, the guy that was always there for me, and the guy I have always loved since I can remember.

        It was kind of sad for me to just stand there under the wild storm watching as Josh kissed another girl, it almost seemed as if though destiny was punishing me with this unbearable scene. But yet I had the choice to leave and walk away, but I just couldn't.

        I brought the back of my hand to my bloodshot eyes and tried to wipe away the tears that I had shed after watching Josh and his new sex-toy.

        I wanted to laugh at my stupidity, but all I could do was just stand there like a deer in the headlights. After all what did I expect? For my childhood friend to finally realize his undying love for me, and kiss me happily ever after?

        "Moron," I mumbeld. I turned on my heels and started to walk toward the school gates. Josh was supposed to drive me home today, just like every day. But I guess he forgot, because now I'm left with walking my way home under this rain.

        The walk to my house wasn't that long, it usually took me a few ten minutes to reach home sweet home on foot. And I admit the rain had slowed me down, but at least I had gotten home. I'll probably get a cold for it, but I doubt Josh would have driven me home.

        I took off my shoes and set them next to the door, my parents were gone for the week and since I'm finally at the age where I don't need adult supervision I get to stay alone in the overwhelmingly house. I would have jumped up in joy at being alone, but I was a little heartbroken right now from the scene a few minutes ago.

        I headed to my room on the second floor and fell with my clothes still dripping wet on the soft bed, my eyes staring at the ceiling as if it was actually interesting.

        "Get over him!" I screamed at myself trying to get the image of him out of my mind, but I just couldn't his face was burned into my mind I just couldn't forget him. No matter how much I tried.

        I have known Josh since childhood and he just means the world to me, even though I had to live with the agonizing pain of watching him play around with different girls in front of me. Yeah it all began in freshmen year when he discovered his 'sexiness' and was frequently pounced from girls all around him. He changed completely from the Josh I knew to an 'Arrogant Jerk who always had his way'.

        He even had the nerve to one day push me against my bed and then try to kiss me; I admit I was so happy and excited at the thought of him actually kissing me. I was all like, "Yes finally he has realized his feelings for me!"

        But then I had remembered his little episode that day in the restroom where he was making out with some chick from senior year in the stalls, the sight had almost made me puke out all my breakfast into the floor but instead I had walked away with a pained expression.

        I had refused to be kissed by him after remembering where those lips were, and had forcefully got out of the room and ignored him for a whole three weeks which he kept on trying to get my attention and had profoundly apologized to me. And I being so stupid had forgave him.