Alex met Steven by sitting next to him at school. They knew each other before but they didn't know each other as much as now. It's an adventure of Alex finding himself by knowing who his real friends are.
I couldn't wait to get home. I started tearing up in my way to home. I didn't know what to do. Am I really that not good at having friends? Or maybe I don't deserve to be here. Suicidal thoughts came into my mind. I tried to brush it off but it won't go. A tear fell from my left eye. I immediately wiped it out so no one will notice. I, then, got stuck in the echos of all the words people used to bully me with.
Suddenly, I felt someone touching me. It was my bus driver. He's been calling my name for minutes to get off the bus because I arrived home. I got my backpack and ran home. I took a deep breath and then I went to my room. Luckily, no one was home at that time. I burst tears. I couldn't hold it anymore.
After hours of me crying, I heard a door slam. It was my mom. She's back from work. I ran to the bathroom, washed my face, faked a smile and hoped it will last for a long period of time. I walked downstairs and greeted her. She got us food. We sat and ate lunch just like everyday.
After finishing, I told her that I'm going to do my homework and I went back to my room. While doing my homework, I saw a paper in my backpack. It was a paper I wrote to Steven and tried giving it to him. I saw it and it brought me a lot of memories.
Steven was talking with his friend in class, and the teacher caught him and punished him. I thought he wouldn't care but he burst to tears. I looked at him and tried to hug him. I really felt bad. Inside me, I knew he is not crying because of the punishment. I held his hand and led him to the bathrooms. There, I asked him what's wrong. He told me everything. How he had a huge problem in his family and how his life is a mess. I nodded and hugged him. I told him not to worry and that he'll find a way to solve the problems. I waited for him to wash his face and we went back to class. I looked at him while he was sitting. He looked sad. I didn't want anyone suspecting anything. So, I wrote him a message on a paper and showed him it. He read it and he, then, had a huge smile on his face. I was glad. Also, one time I was sad. He knew me well so he knows when I'm sad without even showing it. He wrote me the same thing I wrote him in a piece of paper last time when he was sad. I looked at him and smiled.
People see Steven as a person who is selfish , doesn't care about others feelings and popular. But the way I see Steven..it's something else. I see him as a nice, funny and kind person. He is really caring but sometimes he can by accident make your day worse. But, I just love him the way he is.
And at that time, I knew what's the meaning of best friends. It's humour, amazingness and especially love.
Oh and by the way, that was the paper I wrote for him:
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