A/N This story is for all of my friends in band that said it amazing and I should write more often. They're right and I hope you guys love it as much as they did. Enjoy.
I love him. I just wish he knew. I've tried to tell him, but it doesn't always go as planned. We are good friends, closer and closer every year. He's teaching me how to drive so when I'm in the real word I won't have to rely on him. Sometimes we just sit and I listen to him play his music. That's how he gets through to people because he can't talk to them. They understand him though; know everything he wants to say. I always know because he taught me sign language. I love it when he comes to visit because even though I live with my one other close friend, it does get lonely.
I love her. I just wish she knew. I told her a few times, but that was before she knew what I was saying. She's my best friend. I offered to teach her how to drive so I could spend more time with her. My favorite thing is when we sit on the beach and I play my guitar. I love it when she comes to visit because I do get lonely living by myself. "Hello." There she is, so beautiful. With her blue eyes and pink hair. I wave hello back. I just had to tell her, I just wasn't sure how.
I saw him as I walked up the beach. Oh he was so cute. With his amazing green eyes and beautiful, fuffly hair. I said hello just as he was waving at me. I have to tell him, I'm just not sure how. As I'm thinking this, I trip. He catches me, us ending up about three inches about. I guess this could work.
As I catch her I have this plan forming in my head. I make it so we end up about three inches apart. Then I start leaning forward. When our lips meet the last thought I had was, this could work.
We broke apart and the only thing I could say was I love you. He smiled, put me up right, and signed I love you.