Gage Cilleti has just begun his junior year of high school, and is becoming more and more involved in his school's activities, considering he'd been playing baseball since he was just seven-years-old.
Elijah McCay has just dropped out of school, du...
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This night seems as long as any other night, with me finding a comfortable seat on my families couch in the living room, and inviting Rick over for pizza and horror movies. He almost instantly agrees, saying that he'd be in here in fifteen to twenty minutes. I wait patiently for my cellphone to alert me that he's arrived.
After Spencer had dropped me off at home, and we'd had our conversation—if you could even call it that—I'd felt lighter, for some reason. Like I didn't have to lie to myself, anymore. I have been spent these last few weeks trying to convince myself that the right thing to do is get over Elijah. Especially now that he's apparently started dating again.
But it was much easier said then done.
The best thing I felt I could do for myself, was take in all of these feelings I'd been harboring for him—and simply let myself feel them. Because maybe that would help some. And it was definitely better than denying all of those feelings altogether.
Spencer was a better guy than he gave himself credit for. I saw this when I realized how understanding he was about the entire Elijah situation. Because I'm pretty sure any other guy would have thrown a fit. Not that I would blame him, if he would have.
As I sat in the sofa, both legs curled into my side, and my mother's throw blanket tossed over them, I was more than excited to have a friend like him. Because it seemed like he needed more friends, too. Whenever I saw him at school, he was always by himself. Which was something I still couldn't wrap my head, seeing as he's pretty much the nicest guy in Chicago.
Just as my head was beginning to get caught in a whirlwind, my cellphone chimed with a text message from Rick, telling me that he was here. I jumped up from my seat, and practically sprinted towards the door.
I pull the door open towards me, and watch as Rick's shiny, blonde head comes into view. His lips spread into a wide set grin as he seems to be holding up a large bag of fast-food. And in his other, is a hefty cup of soda.
Reaching forward for the bag of food, he jerks it away, his familiar blue eyes narrowing. "Excuse you, can't a guy get a hug first?"
I roll my eyes, stepping back to widen the opening of the door, so that he can make his way through. "Oh, please. We hug more than enough. What did you bring?"
We walk through the shortened hallway that splits between the dining room and the living room, darting for the dining room table. Rick places the bag down, pushing the drink toward me. I take a sip, as I watch him take a seat at the table.
As he unpacks the bag, he pulls out two burgers, and two packets of fries. I rub both hands together happily, taking the seat beside him. "You spoil me."
