When Friends are More Than Friends.

Ch. 2

Spot

I woke up to the sound of Catwalk, my best friend, falling out of bed. I laughed as she fumbled around to find some clothes. Her emerald green eyes didn't look my way but I could see them perfectly in my mind. I saw everything about her, perfect, in my mind. I lay in bed for a while, thinking, it's one of my favorite pastimes. After awhile, I decided to finally get up, so I grabbed some clothes and headed to the washroom. Just as I was walking in, Catwalk walked out. I flashed her a smile and she returned it with a dazzling smile that showed off her perfect white teeth. I brushed my teeth and washed my face with the water that came from a rusty pump. I combed my blonde hair so it was slicked back. I went to the bunkroom and noticed that Catwalk had already left. I pulled my red suspenders over my shoulders, grabbed my can and put it in my belt loop. I walked down the creaky old stairs and into a not so busy street. I saw Catwalk sitting on the ground, with her green eyes focused on the ground.

"You'se ready?" I ask her and her head shoots up.

"Aren't I always?" She replied with a laugh. She's so witty I thought as we walked together to the distribution center. We walked in silence for a while. I noticed that she was looking at my red suspenders that she had given to me a couple years ago. I turned my head so my ocean blue eyes bore onto her emerald green ones.

"Catwalk, can you'se believe what da boys are saying 'bout us?" I asked breaking the silence.

"No, something like dat could never happen between us. Right?" She asked. I wanted something to happen, but I don't think she does. I'm her best friend, your not supposed to think of your best friend like that.

"No, we'se just friends" I replied with a hint of sadness in my voice. We didn't talk until we got to the counter. I let Catwalk get in front of me so she could get started selling sooner. I saw her talking to Jerry, an old man, while she got her papes. I noticed a young man working with Jerry. She got her papes and soon left to wait for me. I got 100 papes and went to go see Catwalk.

"Who's da guy behind da counter woiking wit Jerry?" I asked.

"Dat's Jordan, Jerry's nephew," She replied.

"Scandal in da Mayors Office" I shout as loud as I can. Catwalk, on the other hand, is skimming the headlines until she finds a good one.

"Pulitzer dies of Heart Attack" Catwalk yelled louder than me. After about 2 hours of selling, I only had 10 papes left to sell. Catwalk only had about 15. I turn around to sell to other people when out of nowhere, I hear Catwalk calling out my headline. A couple of years ago, Catwalk and I made a pact that we would never use each other's headlines.

"Hey!" I yelled at her. She took one look at my angry face and ran the other way.

"Every man for himself!" She shouted before she went around the corner. I started to run after her but then stopped when I herd her fall. I've known her for about 10 years so I could tell when she fell. After about a minute I walked around the corner and saw Catwalk. I smiled at her and she returned it with a smile and a hit on the arm. I wanted to hug her and make her feel safe, but I knew I couldn't. I knew she would never love me like I love her.

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