"She's just shy"

Chapter 3

((Bluh, this is not going to update everyday because of school, but I'll try to ._.))

I grabbed my jacket and my eaerphones and headed outside. This was the time I have ever smiled so wide, I had forgotten what having a friend was like, and now I remembered. It was amazing. Somebody to hang out with you, somebody to do crazy stuff with you, somebody to be there for you when you need them! Just amazing.

It's been about two months since I've met her, and we've done all sorts of stuff. Today, I was meeting her at the movies, we were going to watch some sci-fi movie she told me about. I'm not really into sci-fi, but I didn't really care.

When I got there, I saw her with a group of three people. "Yay! You made it here!" Leslie exclaimed, my wide grin suddenly turned into a small, shy smile. I pulled her close and whispered, "Leslie! W-who are those people?"

"Oh, I was thinking I could help you make some friends, so I brought mine, too. C'mon, don't be shy! Say hi to them!" I turned around and stared stupidly at the group.

Leslie, seeing things weren't coming out as planned, came in and pointed at a tall, pale boy with black scene hair and hipster glasses. "And this is Jason!" He smilesd at us. Then she pointed at a friendly-looking African American girl, who was wearing a Green Day T-Shirt and some worn-out jeans. "Alyssa, meet Jane!" Alyssa smiles and waved her hand at me. Then leslie pointed at a boy with light brown hair and a bright green cast on his right arm. "This is Andy," after I took, like 10 minutes to say "hi" properly, we headed to the movies.

I spent half of the movie gagging and complaining to myself about eating too much popcorn WAY too fast, but it was alright. We went to Leslie's house and chatted for a while. Now that it was just us, I felt a little more secure. I talked with Alyssa, Jason, and Andy (Which, by the way, I had already nicknamed him Andy Biersack, but he was the only one who didn't get the joke.) I gotta admit, they WERE pretty cool, but I didn't really feel as secure with them as I felt with Leslie.

You don't just meet one person and get over a mental disorder. When it got late, we traded our phone numbers and went home. I think phones are my saving. It's easier to type than to talk. After a while, my phone vibrated, I actually got a text message.

??: hey

??: i just really wanted to tell you that you're pretty amazing

??: and youve got nothing to worry about

??: you act so insecure and judge urself too harshly

??: please, respect yourself more, you deserve it (:

Me: wow.. thanks! But.. who is this?

I waited for an answer, but I didn't get any. This was or either creepy or inspiring. I could just look at the phone number and compare it to the ones my new friends gave me, but I could do that tomorrow, it was late and I was getting tired.