Despite Craig and I could still refer as each other like best friends, there was a big distance between us. We haven't really talked since last three months and we barely do text. Of all the forms of communication existing, none of them seems to be enough to bring us back together. Is the most stupid thing on the world but I can't help it. That's why I splitted from Craig's gang. I mean, of course we are still friends. Clyde hangs with me often, and Token comes with us too sometines. Is just not the same without him.

While this separation happened I was completely horrified with the idea that I wouldn't have friends ever again. Sure, I'm the paranoid batshit kid I been since childhood but thanks to puberty my voice grow deeper, I'm taller now, (Not taller than Craig, but closer) and also thanks to boxing I haven't lost a single fight since I was twelve. Not that I fight a lot, by the way. Now people are scared of me instead of mocking. It's fun though. And opposite of what I thought, I did found friends. The kind of friends that want to be with you no matter how much the rest of the schools either thinks you suck or that you'll kill them.

Bebe is one of them.

But why? The best looking girl in the school spends her time in me. I'm still wondering.

That's because she kinda had a crush on me. That's weird, I know. I if it wasn't because I'm completely gay I would be in love with her.

All started when she and Clyde were dating, she always came with us everywhere. Clyde was a bad boyfriend I swear. I can't deny the fact that Clyde loved Bebe. Well, he still does. However, he always got rid of Bebe doing childish things. Whenever we hang out, Bebe was there too. She was nice with Craig, Token and me. But as most of the time we felt estranged. Craig and the guys had fun while Babe and I, who were never very manly, sat down to watch them.

So we started to talk.

At the beginning the conversation was just "how are you" type of. Boring and mediocre yet enough to pass time.

One day walking through the hall, Bebe came to me looking weird. I couldn't tell exactly what seemed different until she stared directly at my eyes. Her pretty, little nose was awfully red, eyes that couldn't keep wide open nor closed. Even while being so messed up she was still beautiful. The kind of beautifulness that is left when porcelain is broken, and through every piece you still get the feeling that is art.

It took me one look to know she broke up with him. Now, you can guess who the one to be there for her was.

I hugged her not knowing what else to do, while told the most helpful words I could think of.

"One day you won't remember this."

The only answer I got was hard sobbing and tight arms around my back.

I was right, and I rarely am. When a few days passed she still hung to me, but looking better than she ever did. She wasn't happy and she kept crying every now and then. I was the only one who saw that depressed side. I didn't want to let her alone because I felt she needed me. Feeling that someone needs you is in the top of my list of things I enjoy. I don't think is healthy anyway, but I do my best to keep it down.

Months later I was feeling terrible too. That day I woke up with the feeling that no one actually cared for me. Not even Craig. It was not true, anyway. I knew she cared, my parents did too. Somehow I couldn't escape the hopelessness feeling inside my chest. So she had been trying to make me feel better all day. I remember the sassy smile she had when said the three words every boy wants to listen coming out for him. "I like you" Every hetero boy, at least.

Out of words, blushed and scared, I did nothing.

Not that I had to, because she instantly said some other unexpected words.

"And I know you like Craig."