When I got back to the hotel that night, I sent Michael a text.
Me: look, about earlier. It shouldn't have happened. I didn't feel anything. Sorry.
Michael: yea, okay. Even if I did.
What the heck was that supposed to mean? It didn't matter, I really didn't feel anything in the kiss. Besides the common fireworks, nothing. It didn't matter whether Michael felt something or not, my heart isn't there.
I didn't mention earlier to anyone that I am "talking" to someone back home. We have been friends ever since we were four. Aaron is a year older than me, a junior at my high school. He is a state/region hiesman football quarterback. About a month ago, he told me he had had feelings for me. My reply? I didn't know.
With these thoughts in my head i called Stephanie Murray. Aaron'a sister. Aka my best friend. "Steph!!" I hollered into the phine.
"Oh my!!!!! Amy! Ahhhh!!" I herd her scream into be phone.
" I miss you so much!!" "Amy! You never said bye to me!" She complained.
"I'm sorry. I was rushed for time and lost track off my true friends."
"Hon, it's okay. What's wrong you voice sounds upset." My BESTFRIEND always knew what was wrong.
"I kissed Michael phelps" I paused. "1 hour ago to be exact."
"AMY MATTEWS!"
" I know, I know. It was awful. I felt nothing. I mean at he beginning I thought I liked him. Who doesn't? But I just dont. I miss....." I trailed.
"Amy. It's okay. Lord, don't get so upset about it. It's a kiss. Shared with Michael Phelps! It's not like you aren't single."
"Oh my! Steph.. Do you even go to our school?"
"Aw hon. Yes i do a matter of fact. Your bff is my older brother. I am in your grade and I know everything about the number one girl in our school who is currently living it up at the Olympics!" She replied rather sharply.
"Steph..." Is all I replied.
"What the heck Amy?"
Okay, what did I do to her. Oh yea I wasn't being grateful enough. Hmmm "Steph.... I don't like Michael at all and I have no feelings for him. There is someone else."
"Amy, who else? I mean you could get any guy in the school. Your GOREGOUS and smart and athletic and popular...the list goes on. So no I have no clue who this guy is out of the hundreds you have a chance with. Heck, Michael phelps likes you." Ok, she needs to shut it about Michael. Kiss meant nothing.
"I have feelings for be hottest jock in the school. It's like so cliche. Uhh."
"Huh?" Really Steph? She can be so oblivious sometimes.
"Is Aaron there?"
"Okay what with the quick change in subject?" She said. "Whatever. I'm switching the call to his phone, good luck tomorrow enjoy London. Try not to be such a b word tomorrow"
"Steph... That was uncalled for. Is it your time of month?" I replied.
"NO it's obviously yours though. Bye so called best friend!!" she said sarcastically.
Okay.... A. I was not mean B. she has issues C. Aw she is jealous And those are my conclusions from our conversation.
I was interrupted by a voice in my phone, "Amy?"
My favorite voice. "Aaron...." I replied into the phone. "The Aaron murray?' Haha.
"The Amy Mattews?" I chuckled to his comment. Slick boy.
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Medals for the Water
RandomAmy Matthews is only 16. She swims for her high school swim team. What happens when she goes the Olympics and has feelings. For another guy. Or does she?