University - Tell Her - Chapter 1
"It feels weird... but right at the same time... you know what I mean?" my best friend squealed down the phone, ecstatic about her new boyfriend.
"Umm hum," I mumbled staring at the floral patterns painted on my toenails. So this is what heartbreak felt like?
"Hi, I'm , and this is my best friend, ," I grinned, shaking the hand of my newly-made friend, . grinned up at and shook his hand.
"Nice to meet you ," she beamed, and he beamed back at her. But I thought nothing of it. They were just being friendly, weren't they?
4 years later, had plucked up the courage to tell how he really felt. How he thought she was beautiful - all the things I wished he would someday say to me. We'd been inseparable since we were 5 years old. Right back to the day when had accidentally picked up my lunchbox - when we both shared a love for the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and ended up playing hide and seek all dinner.
I opened the front door to be greeted by and , holding hands and both looking extremely pleased with themselves. They awkwardly sat in my room, watching the tv. Usually it was me cuddling up to , while the three of us laid on the bed, but now I was sat on the edge while snuggled up to 's chest. I felt like I didn't belong - like I was just the tag along.
and stayed together until the end of college, and then I lost contact with them both. The whole campus thought and made the perfect couple, and was always going on about on the rare occasions when we would have some time alone. After all these years, I had to find some new friends. I was so used to 's jokes and ways that I sometimes found myself talking about a private joke before realising that they didn't understand - it was only him who would ever share that connection... we both had the same sense of humour that nobody else ever understood... but then again, people say that opposites attract.
My mum would always ask about , and I would just shrug it off, and say that we'd drifted apart. Sometimes I'd find myself staring at the lunchbox that had eaten out of that I'd kept all these years or the photo albums that filled my bottom drawer. I would flick through them and be greeted with , proudly holding his skateboard and presenting a cheesy grin, hands on hips. Then there was my favourite one - it was after his first gig. He'd come off stage, beaming with sweat dripping from his hair. We were both 13, and he was wearing his white shirt and grey shorts. There were loads of girls staring at him and dancing in front of him all the way through the set, but his eyes always drifted to me when he looked up. It was the first time I'd gotten that tingling sensation in my stomach, that sudden rush of affection for him.
"That was seriously awesome! This is what I want to do. I'm not bothered about getting a proper job... I want to perform in front of all these people and have a good time - and I'm going to take you with me, every step of the way, . Oh your not gonna get rid of me that easily, missus!" He laughed and picked me up by the waist and span me round and round, not taking his eyes off me once. He carried me in his arms to the bar and before putting me down, his friend Ryan flashed a Polaroid camera at us. I remembered holding that photo to my chest that night and reliving the moment again and again, the vision of his glittering eyes dancing through my head.
Chapter 2