Sometimes when love comes, it isn't an explosion of fireworks. Sometimes it comes as a sweet, quiet assurance that everything is going to be okay. When I figured out that I was in love with Freddie we were laughing in the studio. A video involving ducks, peanut butter and skateboards. I looked at him mid-chortle and had an epiphany.
Freddie was my best friend. Over time our relationship had changed, from friends, to bully/victim friends, to something sweet, where we didn't argue. Forget just friends. I loved him.
I didn't know what to say, so I stayed fairly quiet the rest of the night. When Mrs. Benson called I walked across the hall with him. "I love you Freddie." He did this cute forehead wrinkling thing with his forehead. "Huh?" I looked him in the eye. "I love you Freddie." There didn't seem to be anything else to say. "Night Sam." He whispered. I ran home and cried myself to sleep. What was I thinking?
The next morning I arrived late to school, as usual. When I stopped by my locker, a note fell out.
Dear Sam,
I didn't see you by your locker, so I shoved this note into your locker. Hopefully you got it. Have a good day, I'll see you at lunch,
Love,
Freddie
P.S. I love you too Sam