Part Two-Only a Friend
Hoagie P. Gilligan Jr.
Numbah Two
I watch as my best friend swoons over the girl I like.
It's not fair. I met her first. I fell for her first.
I know I can't have her. I'm not her type. She's told me herself.
I'm just a friend.
I'm the guy who has to sit back and watch the girl he likes be swept off her feet by another boy. I'm the one the girl comes to when she needs advice or comfort.
Never will I be the one to kiss those candy flavored lips of hers.
I know there is still a chance. Numbah One has a girlfriend, but we're eleven, how long can his affections last for Lizzie.
I mean, the girl is so annoying. Her voice can go higher than Numbah three's. She's not even cute.
The girl has a tighter grip than peanut butter stuck on the roof a dog's mouth.
I tell Numbah One all of these things. He usually just shooed me away and says he really likes her.
That was a year ago, this is now. we're all entering the years were we all want more than holding hands, hugging, or kissing on the cheek. Before we know we will all be teenagers.
I know it's scarier than dealing with Father, but it happens to the best of us.
I sigh and look over to my friend.
Lizzie won't have him mush longer and Abby will say yes if he were to ask her to be his girlfriend.
And I have to just stand there and smile. I will have to pretend that I'm ok with two of my closest friends hooking up.
Hey, what else is there for me to do?
I'm Only a friend.