Things Thought At Night

His name was Alex, Alex Fisher. He was a senior at Calypso High School and I was a junior, but we had been best friends since I was in second grade. Ever since my freshman year, we had chosen gym on purpose so we would always have at least one class together. On my first day, he pulled me behind the bleachers- a spot that he had found, and was warning me about things not to do in the class. He started to talk to me there every day, and after a while it became a habit. We would walk into the gym, meet up behind the dusty, old bleachers, and just talk about everything. We also got to hide from the gym teacher, Coach Neill. Everyone called him a pervert because there was an old rumor saying that he made a gym class play shirts and skins soccer one day, and that he tried to put the girls on the skins team. Even if that wasn't true, talking to Alex slowly became the highlight of every day for me. Every once in a while, I would catch myself thinking about him, but I quickly shoved the thoughts away. He was my best friend, and I didn't want to ruin that with a petty crush. But even when I tried to push the thought of him away, Alex would somehow always reappear in my thoughts. His narrow face and square jaw, his piercing green eyes that always seemed to transform in the light, his curly locks of brown hair that were always disheveled, and his lips that pouted when he wanted something. Alex Fisher was not just my best friend, I began to realize. He meant something more to me, but I decided that he couldn't know. I never did realize that that decision wasn't my choice to make.