Eddie

"Just a reminder, the homework is due tomorrow!" Mrs. Andrews exclaims as the bell rings. Finally, the days over! Having all classes with the-girl-you-like-and-knows-you-like-her-and-she-likes-you-too-but-won't-admit-it is hard work. I just wanted to go back to my room and blast out all of my continuously being rejected by Patricia thoughts.

But that's the one detail that keeps bugging me. I know for a fact that I heard Patricia tell Joy she likes me.

I thought about this all the way back to the house. Maybe I heard her wrong. But I've always had 20/20 hearing. Or maybe that's eyesight. Mara would know. Oh well, maybe I should just ask Joy. I mean, she did tell Patricia to tell me how she feels. About an hour later I was walking into their room.

Patricia

Crap! I haven't even started that homework! Oh well, I'll just copy Mara's when she's not looking. Now that I think of it, I haven't done any of this weeks homework. Let alone know what it's about or how to do it. All of my thoughts and attention have been on Eddie.

Especially since he heard (more like eavesdrop) me tell Joy I like him. I denied it, of course, but I don't think he believes me. I want to tell him but I just can't.

"You're going to have to tell him sometime, you know." the dark headed girl sitting on the bed across of mine said matter-of-factly, breaking my train of thought.

I crossed my arms and let out an aggravated puff. "Um, Joy, in case you don't remember, I'm new to all this. And I've tried, but I just cant get the words out." And I have tried, like I really have, it just wont come out. But of course Joy wouldn't understand. When it comes to boys, Joy lets them know exactly how she feels.

"Then why don't you just show him how you feel. That doesn't require talking."

I know my perky best friend was just trying to help, but she could get so annoying! Because I've tried that, too. And it doesn't work. "I've tried doing that! I just freeze up!" an exasperated sigh escaped my chest as I turned face down into my cross-bone pillow.

I heard footsteps outside. Their owner opened the door while placing a single knock at the same town. The back of a familiar, adorable, spikey-blonde head poked through the door. When it said "Hey, Joy, can I talk to you?" my heart leaped with jealousy.

But when she turned to me a shot her best I'm-going-to-play-Amber-for-you smile, my jealousy turned to horror. "Sure!" she replied cheerfully. I gave her a terrified look and mouthed no. She just giggled like she thought it was funny.