Don't tell me nonsense

friendship over pride

I woke up to a knock on the door, I rushed downstairs with a robe on; o looked through the eyehole before opening the door.

"Here's your phone," I looked at Jermaine and he averted his eyes to another location. I didn't know what to say or do and my fear of rejection limited me too.

"Thank you," I smiled at him, he didn't smile back. I felt terrible, I just wanted to curl up and cry. Cocky Jermaine, stood before me as a man of few words. He did not look me on the eye once and he was big on eye contact and body language. I knew he was mad at me and I must have done something to tick him off. I stood there looking so vunerable and upset, my bottom lip was push out slightly and my eyes filled with gloom. I was losing my friend.

Jermaine said nothing more to me, he looked up at me, took one last glance and began to walk away. I wasn't going to let my pride get the better of me, at least not this time, " Jermaine," I let out a croak. You could hear I was about to cry as I spoke, he stopped for a bit ;he was indecisive. He walked on either way ignoring his intuition. "Please," I was basically crying now. I was at my all time low, I was basically begging him and I don't beg. Never.

He turned back and saw me standing in the door frame where he left me, when he turned back I tried to fix myself up by wiping away my tears. It was no use it was obvious. He walked towards me opened my gate, closed it and embraced me. It felt so damn good, this is what I needed. Someone, just someone to care.Someone who cared.