I slid down the trunk of a tree and closed my eyes to the fierce glare of the sun. "Ello, Madoka," Oliver was sitting in front of me. "Do you like Dodger?"
I could feel my lips pursing. "I don't dislike Dodger. We just- . Well, we're friends."
He looked sad as he replied, "Oh." But then he brightened. "So, he still has a chance?"
I said nothing for a moment. And then, "Oliver, did Dodger put you up to this?"
He grinned and shook his head. "Nope. It's all me."
I sighed. Oliver would get offended if I didn't answer him. "He doesn't not have a chance with me."
He grinned again and ran to a group of other ten year olds.' I shook my head and rolled my eyes.
I felt an intense presence near me. I glanced up. Dodger was leaning against the same tree I was. He was chuckling under his breath.
I blushed. "Oh god, how long where have you been here?"
He smirked and shifted closer to me. "The whole time. So do you really think I have a chance with you?"
"No. None at all."
"Well, what was that you were telling Oliver? I'm pretty sure it was something like; he doesn't not have a chance with me?"
My cheeks flushed even deeper. I faked a smile and said, "Yeah, you still have no chance."
He walked a few paces away, shook his head, then turned back to me. "You know, that's kind of funny. Considering that we might as well be together. But if you still need a crazy delusion, suit yourself."
He walked away, obviously pleased that I had not made an arguement. But in actuality, I had no response for such a far-fetched statement. It was crazy! But at the same time, I saw his point. We flirted and laughed and we had a good time. But that's what all friends do, isn't it? We were nothing special, were we?
But I already knew the answer, Dodger was right, we were a little more than friends.
But that wouldn't be so bad now, could it?
I looked after Dodger.
Yeah. It really could.
Sorry. The next chapter will be longer. I promise. R&R.