...he said to me, "You know I love you?" We often asked each other this question, we called it friend love, a love that would never break, we said it the way a girl would tell her best friend that she loved her, but the way he said it did not sound like our playful friend love, it sounded stronger, deeper in a way, more so than it had before. "Yes of course I know you love me, I love you back." I usually said something like this, kind of playfully, then we would laugh kind of like it wasn't real love, like more of a joke, but that didn't happen. My words got stuck in my throat, and came out an awkward croak, as if I was a girlfriend, about to break up with my boyfriend, but he was in the hospital after a non fatal car accident and he said he loved me. It sounded like I felt obligated to say this to him, but didn't really mean it. "I'm sorry," he said after, "can we pretend that didn't happen, it just kind of came out." He pulled away his hand, then he kind of pushed on my back, which meant he wanted me to get up, and I went to the couch next to the wall. Then, he got up, and quickly left the room, "You can take that chair if you want!" He yelled from the hallway, but I stayed where I was. What had just happened?
Grace and Nick have been best friends since they met in sixth grade. They have remained best friends for years, and even ended up going to the same college along with Grace's friend Stacy.
Everything is normal between Grace and Nick, until something happened between them that changed how they felt about each other forever.
He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself.
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"Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face.
"No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath.
"Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly.
"Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face.
"How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes.
"I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle.
"You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks.
"Well, I know you will keep me safe."
"Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me.
"You haven't hurt me."
"Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.