Hey, you know the feeling when your stomach rolls over and you feel like you wanna puke? Well, up until a few minutes ago, I never knew the feeling. Now, I like to think of myself as a cool guy, you know? But man, sometimes, the world just has it in for you.
You see, there's this guy I like. And yes, it's a guy. Male. As in not a girl. But that's not what I'm worried about, for the most part. (And I know he's not interested in girls, so that's not the problem either.) Because the guy I like... he's not just anyone. He's my best friend. Some might say that's great; we already get along all right, so why not? I mean, we're doubles partners so we have to be connected and all that stuff. But still, others might urge caution, saying it's better not to ruin a good thing.
I don't know what I think. I just know I like him. A lot. When his shirt flies up I have to grab my water bottle and splash water on myself, a reality check of some sort. Because when he looks at me with those eyes, so trusting of his sempai, asking me to help with his serve…I feel like we're supposed to more than just a pair on the court.
But he doesn't like me. Not in that way. Not in the way I want him to, the way I like him.