If This Is Friendship
OK, well, this is just a one-shot I thought might be a nice little idea. No names are named, so you can just pick whatever ship you love most and fit it in. All right?
This is my first fic...well, no, it's not, just my first fic on this account...yeah...
They had been friends...for...well, ever. Since they were little kids, they had lived next door to each other. They grew up around each other, laughing, dumping pots of sand on each other's heads, you name it.
Through almost all of those years, he hadn't felt anything more for her. Just pure, fun, best friendship.
Then Dewey came. For a while, it was just a major change, but his feelings stayed the same. Slowly, though, her talents began to shine through -- organization, kindness, a musical ability...
And his feelings had revealed themselves.
It had been...how long? Five years, around there.
He still felt the same.
But it didn't matter. There wasn't anything that showed she felt the same about him -- that showed her feelings had risen from the 'best friendship' scale.
Nothing at all.
She was pretty, smart, and talented. She didn't give in to the irritating sort of flirting that people like Frankie tried.
Too bad he didn't know of any other flirting techniques except for the Frankie-tried ones.
So he just didn't try. He just looked at her from afar, and just stayed content imagining.
But it was hard...so very, very hard.
They would pass notes in class, and each time their fingers touched handing the paper back in forth, his heart jumped, like some teen in a corny romance novel.
That was how in love with her he was.
He knew love was a strong word to use, particularly in his teen years. He knew that, when they graduated, she would fade out of his life, the way a stain in your shirt eventually fades out over time, until it's gone entirely.
But the difference is, with the stain, you can keep it there.
He couldn't keep her.
His thoughts were distracted by a small piece of folded paper on his desk.
He tried to drag his thoughts away from the note.
But he couldn't help the little spark of hope that always appeared when she passed him a note.
Hoping, hoping, that one day, it would be something of an acception of what he felt for her...what he wished she felt for him.
He had never dated a girl in his life, with the exception of a two-day relationship that he had with Michelle on a dare. He sort of feared what he would get himself into by letting it slip -- what he wished for whenever she passed him a note, what he thought of every night before he went asleep.
The other boys would call him a sissy for acting so much like a soap opera. He was supposed to be tough, or at least somewhat unbreakable.
So he kept it quiet, settling for wondering.
If this was friendship, then what was love?
OK, so I don't really think it sucked, because I hate putting myself down. But all in all, I don't think it was that good...
I'll just shut up.
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HEARTS YOU --
Erin
