"-then, when he thought he was safe, the ghost appeared once more and yelled: I'VE GOT YOU!"

Several other girls shrieked as [First] yelled the last three words. The boys were trying the best to hide the fact that they were shaking, but [First] saw through their façade. She snickered as her group of friends recovered from her scary story.

"Ahahaha, c'mon [First], I bet you that the story I tell is ten times scarier than yours!" a male voice shouted above the commotion. [First] laughed and had to wipe the tears coming from her eyes. She noticed that her friend, Alfred F. Jones, was the one who had challenged her.

"You're on, Jones, but I bet you can't do it," [First] teased, knowing full well that that would be hard to do, since amongst her friends she was known as the 'Queen of Scary Stories'.

"Well, [First], what's your wager?" He replied, a grin spreading across his face and his baby blue eyes gleaming.

"You, me, and a rematch game of Mario Kart," she countered. Truth be told, all [First] wanted was some one on one time with her best friend, but she thought it'd be weird if she said that so she suggested a rematch game. She was still frustrated he actually pushed her off the couch so he could beat her at the Rainbow Road course.

"Deal."

"Aww man, I can't believe I actually lost. Darn you Alfred," [First] pouted as her friends Elizabeta, Lilli, and Michelle all clung together out of fear.

"Well, [Last], seems like you lost. Which means you need to do whatever I want now," he laughed. She rolled her [e/c] eyes dramatically and sighed.

"Fine. What do you want?"

"I want a date with you. I want to go see a movie with you tomorrow. "

Wait. Hold up. Back the fuck up. Blondie say what? Her thoughts were scrambling to catch up with the current situation and she just sat there on her dark green couch, mouth agape like a fish out of water.

"Yo, you okay [First]?"

"Uh, [First], you might want to close your mouth," Michelle said as she noticed that her friend was at a loss for words.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks Michelle," [First] mumbled, her cheeks blazing a furious shade of red.

What the hell? I was prepared to do his math homework for a week, not this?! [First] thought this rest of the night as her friends watched a scary movie, which in all honesty, wasn't really all that scary to her.

Tomorrow came way too fast for [First]. She tossed and turned all night, unable to shake what Alfred said out of her head. When she finally succumbed to sleep, it was later than when she normally when to sleep-scratch that-it was some ungodly hour when no one should be awake.

When she trudged to her bathroom to freshen up for her 'date', she realized something. She looked like a monster that just crawled out of the sewers. Normally, she'd look halfway decent, but this was something else entirely. You see, [First] didn't own any makeup-she just didn't feel the need to own any, but she looked pretty bad. The sleep deprivation made sure of that.

Ah, screw it, she thought. It's not the end of the world.

"Yo, [First], you look kinda tired."

Damn. That's the second time today someone's pointed out that I looked sleep deprived. [First} only gave a small smile and followed her friend to his car, which happened to be red.

"Ah, it's nothing. Just a little tired is all."

"C'mon [First], I know you better than that. What's bothering you?"

"It's just that, well, I like-no, love you, but as a brother, and I don't want to ruin our friendship."

Alfred's face showed disappointment, but his eyes quickly lit up seconds afterwards.

"Yo, dude that's cool too. You know what that means?"

"Hmmm. What?"

"It means that I get my best friend in the whole world back!"

[First] wasn't surprised at this. She knew that he wouldn't be assholes like other guys and just deny their friendship. He didn't care if he and [first] were dating. All he cared about was her companionship, and being friends was enough for him.

After deciding to change plans and go get ice cream, [First]'s mind could rest easy knowing that nothing had changed between them.

"Say, Alfred, why are you friends with me?"

"I'm friends with you because you have qualities any great person would have."

"Like what?"

"Well, you're caring, you're humble, you accept almost anyone into your circle of friends, and you have that maternal side that's welcoming."

Even if you don't like me as more than a friend, I'm still honored to be your friend because those traits make you an amazing person.