"A guy and a girl can be just friends, but at one point or another, they will fall for each other.

Maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late, or maybe forever".

Dave Matthews Band.

It's the last full day on school and I'm in the gym practicing my 5-spin when I hear the doors open. The Phys. Ed. coach said wasn't supposed to be occupied between 3 to 3:30 today so I stopped at a 4-spin to see who it was because I'm a curious person, and I was afraid to drop it and get laughed at. It was Andrew Moschella.

"Um, what's up? Do you need the gym? I can leave-"I started, then realized I was venting.

"No, I actually came to see you."

"See me twirl? I'm not that good…"

"No, I mean I want to talk to you." He said. He talking to me is very different. "I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the Summer Party with me next week."

"I'm going with my best friend, but I guess I'll see you there." It wasn't an excuse.

He winked and walked back out. I shivered and nearly barfed.

Actually, I have two best friends. Karah, the girl I've been talking to a lot lately, and Ashley Hart, she's in my grade; I just never noticed her before. She's going to the party next week, and also she's joining Color Guard and Winter Guard with me. Saratoga High is offering tryouts for Winter Guard next year, it's the first Winter Guard they ever had.

The girl who was a majorette with me this year, Erin Brown, is graduating and I don't know if there is going to be someone else with me next year.

Laying on my bed after a shower after school today doing horizontal tosses to keep me occupied, my phone vibrates unexpectedly and I didn't catch the baton. But it was worth it, for my best guy friend, David Stark, was texting me. He's in my grade and he plays Trumpet, he made marching band fun. He's my buddy, you can say I love him, because I do, but I would never go out with him, I don't love him like that. And he doesn't love me like that either.

"You so love him." Karah was telling me. She's on the phone with me while I'm texting him.

"Do not." I complained. "He said, 'Hey, you should join swimming with me next year.'"

Karah was curious when she heard the keys on my phone click, "What are you saying back?"

"I said, 'I'll try it next year, maybe. But you can't force me into it.'"

"If he says that he can make you, there's something wrong with him." She sighed.

I smiled widely, everyone says I'm so persistent and stubborn.

"Ha, he said 'Of course I can make you, you're in color guard.'"

"He's gonna get it tomorrow, isn't he?"

"Yeah, 'I hate you.'"

"You hate me?" She cried.

"No, not you. I was telling him that."

"Oh, good." She sighed in relief.

"I hate how people stereotype us. We're not a group of backstabbing bitches. We have hearts."

"Sure, sure." She said, not paying much attention. "Hey, you said 'we'." She just now registered what I was saying, defending her proud flute ego.

"So, you're coming to the beach with me next week, right?" I said, changing the subject.

"No. Wait what? Oh, yeah. I am going to the beach with you next week."

"And I thought I was easily confused." I'm planning on bringing Ashley next time, too.

"Oh hush. What did he say back?"

"He said, 'watch your back tomorrow. That hurt my feelings.'"

"Ha, but trust me on this one. You're in love with him."

Beeeeeeeeeeeeep.

She hung up on me.

The next morning, I woke up after having the strangest dream and went to school and told Ashley, she'd love it.

"So I had this dream last night that our Field Show for next year was Eminem and Eminem actually came and rapped them himself!" I shrieked.

"You would, but that would be so cool!" Ashley admitted. We both love Eminem.

"At least I didn't have any drops in my dream…"

"Of course you didn't, it's Eminem. You wouldn't dare. That'd be embarrassing. But you won't anyway! You're so good." Karah jumped in the conversation.

"But I'll get so nervous and-" I was stopped by someone scaring me to death by picking me up from behind. Of course I started screaming. "Holy Shit!" I turned to see who could pick me up, of course I complain about being 5ft 2in and almost 120lbs. It's too much for me. I'm so small, it makes me feel wider than I look. Of course it is high because of muscle and not fats, so I shouldn't complain. "David! I swear, if you don't-"

"Chill, fam. I'm just getting you back for saying you hate me."

"I said that because you stereotyped color guard. Again."

"I'm kidding, you know I love you."

"Sure, sure…"

"I do, A, you're my best friend."

I smiled. He was begging me to forgive him. He hugged me. "Of course I don't hate you." I had to say.

"But, you still better watch out. All. Day."

"Stalker." I stated, pushing him away with my hips.

"A, you're so small I could step on you. Child."

"Pedophile." I edged away.

Now he was just frightening me. "Childd!"

"You, sir, are a creep." I said hiding behind Karah.

David pulled me out to where I was before and leaned his elbow on my head. "Ma'am…"

"Haha, band camp…"

"Yeah band camp. Ma'am."

We both laughed, and elbowed each other all the way to class when the bell rang. He had band, I had Choir. We had a Last Day of School Assembly-Pep Rally Thing. Before walking into our designated rooms in the band/choir wing we said goodbye. Our way. "Bye, son." He says.

"Bye, lurch." I say.

"Again with that look in your eyes when you see him!" Ashley and Karah said, creeping.

"I am not in love with him." I denied. Of course, I'm not in love with him. That's crazy, unheard-of, and impossible.