Authors note: not many reviews. Awww man. I'm gonna keep going though because I know the ending and it is such a sweet ending, I know you guys are gonna love it. They are just going to have to make it a movie or something. This chapter is really boring. Sorry.

Chapter Two- Crazy Mixed Up Friends

The next day was one of the best I'd ever had. Ryan kept looking at me and smiling, making my head spin out of control. When I couldn't open my locker, Ryan did it for me. And guess what, he let me sit with him at lunch. It was magical. I was so proud that I didn't let any ketchup fall in my lap during lunch.

He walked me to class, holding my hand. When we passed Michael in the hall, he looked stunned, I swear he forgot to look where he was going, and ran into a wall, but if he did, he did a good job covering it up. My arms also felt a lot less tired because I didn't carry my own books. I finally knew what Heaven felt like. But then after school, there was Marching Band practice again. Ryan said he couldn't stay because he had to go to Toco Bell with his buds.

We didn't have to wear our uniforms today, so I didn't feel like a loser when I got out to the field.

"What is up with you and Ryan?" Michael asked when he could get close enough to me.

"He's my boyfriend," I said, trying to act like it wasn't a big deal.

"Boyfriend?" He chocked out. "That jerk. No he's not. Don't believe a word he says." I'd seen him freak out like this before.

"What, are you jealous or something?" I asked, teasing him.

"No," he yelled, furious. "I just don't want you to get hurt."

"I can take care of myself, thanks." I told him.

"I don't know why I bother." He snapped, turning away. It wasn't that big of a deal, why was he so mad?

We learned part of our super amazing drill, and Sampson said that he would take us all to Subway for a job well done. Sandwiches were on him. Sometime it felt good to have a friend with a car and money. Michael sat next to me that day.

"Sorry Mandy." He told me. Whoa, did he apologize? Did Michael actually apologize? "I was a jerk earlier, I should have been happy for you." Wait a minute.

"Who are you and what did you do with my best friend?" I asked. I knew how hard it was for him to apologize, but to admit, I mean actually admit that he was wrong about something.

"I'm right here." Michael said, getting kind of annoyed that I was ruining his genuine apology moment. I smiled slightly and threw my arms around his neck.

"Well, if you're my best friend, you'd let me have a bite of your sandwich, right?"

Michael sighed. "No, not this time. Its mine, you have your own."

That night, I got home, and ran straight to my room. I sighed, and hugged my pillow, too happy for my life. Ha, happy about my life for once. Things were going my way, sort of.

Ryan called me later.

Me: Hello?

Ryan: Hi, is Mandy there.

Me: This is she.

Ryan: Oh hey, what's up?

Me: Nothing, how about you?

Ryan: Yea, nothing really.

Me: Well, yea…

Ryan: Well, I'll let you go then. Nice talking to you.

Me: Nice talking to you too.

Ryan: Bye

Me: Bye

Okay, so it wasn't the most exciting conversation I'd ever had, but at least I had a conversation. That has to count for something. Haven't you ever had an awkward conversation on the phone? Well I know you have, so you know what I feel like. I still love him none the less.

Yet, I couldn't help wondering. I still didn't understand why he would ask me out. I mean he did used to like me in third grade, but that was before I got obsessed with band and he got hooked on soccer. Yes, I liked him in the third grade too, but we were too young and stupid to figure out what to do next. But still, why would he ask me out now? I didn't dwell on the matter, I mean we were friends, what's wrong with that? Okay we hung out every once and a while, right? Alright I admit it, we only talked every once and a while, but maybe he had finally given in to his dorky side. That side that longed for me over his other stuck up ex-girlfriends.