Introvert and Proud

Diary Entry #2

Friday, September 20, 2014

Dear Diary,

Remember when I told you that we made plans to go to the theater to watch? Well, Selena said she was penniless and Chris Anderson backed out at the last minute, claiming that he woke up late but I knew he was just being a wuss and was afraid to get his ass kicked by him. The previous night we texted and he told me that he had sprained his ankle, causing me to soften up.

 I told him that we should cancel the movie watching so that he wouldn't hurt himself but he was stubborn and I found it cute that he was trying to act all tough. After all he was really strong just by looking at him you'd believe me. He was smart and he was physically healthy. So I dressed up casually into my red jeans and plimsols or whatever you call them and threw on a big sweatshirt.

I got to the mall and he was there, leaning up against one of the pillars that held up the mall. He wore blue earplugs and was tapping away on his phone. I was never a big fan of touch screen phones, whatever I had now was good enough for me. He was rich and I was just average.

 Accompanying him was his younger brother, Billy and their cousin Adam. He tried adding me on Facebook once but I declined, I don't add anyone I don't know. I smiled warmly when I saw him but he didn't return it, so I kept my smileys away and told him that I was going to pick something up from the electronics department first.

 "I think Chris is a douchebag," he said suddenly. I glanced over my shoulder at him and shrugged.

"Why?" I asked, only since I was curious. 

"Because only a weakling like him backs out at the last minute." he grumbled, I giggled softly at his pouty tone. He takes things so serious that it's almost impossible to choke a laugh from him. It's only at school that he and I and all our other friends act all normal and bubbly. But being alone with him, it seemed like we were a couple or something and it made me content for once. To have these small moments with him even if he already had someone else to share it with.

 I thought about Allan, how happy we used to be before I left. And the silly conversations we'd have on the phone, could I ever be like that again?