Trapped in the Friend Zone

Eight years ago was when my life changed. Eight years ago was when a little boy named Noah moved next door. Eight years ago, was when I fell in love.
Noah and I became best friends as soon as his last box was unloaded, a time when the socialites of high school did not bog us down. Now being a sophomore in high school, and me being me, I haven’t exactly told Noah how I’ve felt...yet. I know, I know, I’m totally pathetic and I’ve let the entire female population down by not standing up for what I love, or in this case, who I love. But on the bright side, our friendship is as strong as ever, and I can talk to him about basically anything, which is good. At least, I think it is.

From one person to another though, let me give you some friendly advice. If you really love something, don't just sit back on your ass and get fat, go out there and fight for it! Because as someone who has fell victim to the awful distraction of what our current generation calls a television, I know what it's like to miss out on an opportunity. Being trapped in the "friend zone" sure does suck.

(*Sorry I'm really bad at summaries, but trust me you won't regret reading this!!!)