its complicated.

Chapter 5: A little ways down the road...

" Claire! Come on! " James yelled after me
Oh, third grade drama. You were the death of me.
" Yes James? " I said very politely.
" Stop pulling all this stuff or whatever. You're finding excuses not to talk to me aren't you? "
I tried to hold it in but I couldn't. All my feelings had to pour out.
" Well duh! The night on the roof? What was that? You said I was pretty! "
" How'd you even know I was talking about you Claire?! " He asked sternly.
" You looked at me with your eye balls. My mama said thats a sign that the guy like likes you, " I explained.
" I looked at you so now, I like like you? "
" Yup! Mama said so and hun mama don't lie... " I said.
" Thats the dumbest thing to ever come out of a human mouth! " He said rudely.
" Oh please! You just can't admitt you like like me! "
" But thats the thing I like like you a lot! Geeze! " He said.
Eventually he got a look saying " Did I say that? "
" Oh-oh whatever! Don't even talk to me anymore! " James yelled.
" Deal! Don't break your leg on your scooter pretty boy! " I yelled as I stormed off.
Well, that was it. James and I were done for awhile. We never talked, The roof got kinda lonely, we saw eachother on holidays, and when we ran into each other at the store. Our mom's were close friends, and still are. Then I moved, and not only did I move homes, I moved schools. The transition at J. Benson Elemetary school wasn't easy. I missed him. By him I mean James.
By the time 4th grade rolled around, I still had no friends. I had transfered when summer was in 2 weeks and 3 days exactlty. so lucky me. Zero friends. Oh why did I move schools? You see my scum bag son of a bitch father cheated on my mom with some sluttly 23 year old. Yeah I haven't seen him in over 2 years now... I'm 12 right now.
Any way it was 4th grade and I was 9. I walked into a new class with a new teacher and none of my old friends.
" Okay class as you walk in fine the desk with your name on it! " Said Mr. Smith my new teacher.
I searched and searched until I finally found my name. I was sitting next to a girl named Farah Delkson. I sat down, then out of the corner of my eye, I see a blonde haired girl, wearing an orange dress sit next to me.
I didn't know what to say so I just,
" I'm Claire, and I haven't had a friend for a while now. You interested? " I asked straight up.
At first she gave me a confused look. Then a smile started to form.
" Haha! I know how you feel! " She said.
" Oh thank the Lord! I thought this dumb school would be the death of me! " I said
" I'm Farah. Farah Delkson. "
" And I'm Claire. Claire Andrews. "
Well thats how I met Farah. Straight up.

Now you've all been waiting for it. The best part of this story. Jr. high school. Well this may be the best part of the story for you, but for me? It was the beginning of my worst nightmare, of confusion, and social suicide. Now words can't really describe how I got here. I spent the rest of my year at J. Benson, he spent his at Groves. Then we just sort of met up in the middle.
Anyway, it was the first day at Desert Meadow Jr. High school. I had been so nervous. Farah and I walked in together. We were now 12 years old, and not used to this new environment. I had worn a light blue skirt, a yellow belt, with my white shirt tucked in, and my hair down and clipped back, as Farah wore her new purple dress, with her hair in a bun.
" So what now? " I asked Farah
" Uhhhh, we could walk around until the school bell rings? " she offered.
" Oh okay, " I had said shakily.
Then as we were walking the halls, there he was. The kid I hadn't seen in 2 years. I barely recognized him. Wow he was stunningly handsom, with his somewhat geled hair, button up shirt, and denim jeans that were rolled about twice at the bottom.

Gosh it couldn't be.
James Hanson.