Behind the Screen

Harper McConell was one of the closet friends I ever had. She and I grew up together, just five houses away from each other. Of course me being the one who bottled up the emotions, really never made deep connections with anyone but her. She on the other hand, had blossomed before my eyes from a frivolous girl in the sandbox, to the tall, brunette with ravishing green eyes who everyone went to for their problems. Suddenly, Harper wasn’t so close anymore. When I was replaced with my other best friend, I guess things kinda snapped. All my trust and love for her washed down the drain, and I couldn’t do anything about it; the boy hiding his emotions.