I invited Isabelle over to hang out and I was nervous because she hadn't given me an answer yet.
Mom said not to worry and give her time, it's not like I asked her on a date.
I wondered if I should ask her but mom said I'm too young.
She walks home with me after school and I can't keep the smile off my face.
"You're my best friend right?" she asks after a while.
I nod wishing I had the courage to ask her to be more.
"So would you pretend to be my boyfriend?" she asks.
I stop walking and look at her, she must be joking I think. She must know I like her well love her. I stare into her eyes because that's where all the answers are.
"Okay" I say.
She smile and takes my hand in hers, her hand is so small and soft. It fits right in my hand like it belongs.
"Hello Isabelle" Mom greets her.
"Hi Mrs. Masen" she says.
Mom laughs "oh call me Liz"
"Liz, you can call me Bella"
"The name fits" she says smiling.
She makes us sandwiches and lemonade and asks Isabelle about everything, I would be embarrassed but Isabelle don't seem to mind.
"Are your parents picking you up or do you need a ride?"
"I live with my brother and I usually walk home"
Of course mom wouldn't allow it and promised to drop her off
She left us alone and I took Isabelle to my room, we played on the computer for a while.
"Who was your first girlfriend?" she asks me.
You my mind automatically thinks but it doesn't count if this is all pretend.
"I never had one"
She was surprised "a pretty boy like you never had a girlfriend?"
I smile at her compliment "no one ever interested me"
She sits next to me on the bed "so I'm not interesting?"
"No you're very interesting"