Chapter 11 – Talking Everything Out
Lame title, I know. Sorry for the delay, I'm a bit of a busy bee right now. 2 stories in progress, 1 new one started yesterday, 4 stories on the way, and a MAJOR case of writers/artists block. Oh, and I just baked a batch of brownies. Wait…do I smell smoke?
"I'll leave you two alone," Ferb said, then went inside.
Neither of us said a word. We just sat in the grass, our faces beat red. red in our faces. The awkward silence was driving me mad, so I broke it.
Not looking up at him, I said, "So…you found out."
"Yeah." Guess he didn't wanna talk either.
Awkward silence again. This time he broke it.
"Izzy, why…why didn't you ever tell me?"he asked.
The big question, the one that I've always dreaded, because I was always afraid my answer would come true: "I thought…if I told you, and you didn't feel the same…our friendship would be awkward. And you wouldn't wanna be friends anymore."
He stared at me and replied, "Izzy, that would never happen! You're my best friend, and this isn't gonna change that. I'll always be your friend, no matter what."
I looked up from my shoes to stare back at him. He…he still wants to be friends? Even after all this? "Y-you mean that?"
"Of course I do! Why would I stop being your friend because you…well, you know."
Without thinking much of it, I blurted out, "D-do y-you…do y-you feel t-that w-way?" Embarrassed, I returned my gaze to my feet – one with my pink shoe, the other with just a dirty sock on.
I feared this day would come, and his answer would pretty much decide everything for me.
Good, my brownies are fine! False alarm on the smoke thing.