Stitch turned and stared at me for a moment. I choked on words, trying to search myself to see if there was anything I could turn around and say. But there wasn't.
"You can't catch me!" Stitch called to me and kept running.
"Ha, I'm aware!" I yelled after him. I suddenly found myself embarresed for that. Why did I say that? I could've just said nothing and kept chasing him. But I needed that experiment too. I suppose it was my fault for telling Gantu he could have a break. But that wasn't why I came.
Don't get me wrong, I'm no weirdo. It's a feeling I can never control around somebody. And as much as I hate to admit it, I know it's true.
I like Stitch.
He kind of came as a younger brother figure to me at first, somebody who could count on me. But now it feels like I can only count on him. He's the reason I run and push myself. Just to see him.
I really didn't care what anyone else thought. Including Gantu. Gantu was my buddy, don't get me wrong, but for some reason I'd never feel around him how I felt around Stitch.
Actually, I didn't feel that way around anybody before. Especially another boy.
I thought Angel was a hottie, but she's got Drift who really cares for her. Sometimes I just flirt with girls who I think are...cute. But I won't go into that.
But Stitch makes me feel special. Actually, he doesn't. But that's just the thing. He's so much more precious than I am. He's so much more than I'll ever be. But that's what makes me like him.
My hero...