I know where he is, the place that started all this madness, where we first met, where we hung out. I'm afraid now that our friendship is over because of me. Our friend ship is now over I just know it, but is it really my fault?
We where friends for years. We where our only friends, we stuck together when we where bullied. No one wanted to be our friends since we only talked to each other. But as the years progressed he started to keep to himself. He built a wall around him, so no one could get in. But I still continued to visit him there; he sat in the exact same spot. He wouldn't notice me but I would gaze at him. But eventually I stopped going.
"Eric…" I whisper. He looks so miserable sitting. He must be cold, on the stone path way. I want to comfort him, give him a hug. I want to kiss him. God he looks like he did ten years ago on the day we first me…
I never seen him like this before, I grew up with him yet… he tells me nothing. When he's upset he comes here, keeping it all in. I regret telling him how I feel. He god mad at me ans stormed off. Now he just looks… scared.
"How long are you going to stand there?" he calls, his voice was so hoarse. He glances at me, even from here I can see the brightness of his jade eyes.
I didn't answer, I just stand here, wanting him to come to me. Why can't he love me? I wanted him for ten years; yet he sees me as nothing. He rolls his eyes and gets up. Soon as he takes one step towards me, I run away. Tears pour down my face. I feel as though no one wants me. That the only person I ever cared about feels nothing for me.
I run to my Papa's pizza shop. He's tossing dough in the air. I sneak up stairs; so he wont ask why I'm crying.I feel like a fool. I am a fool. A stupid girl. That is all I am.
I hug the teddy bear my mom got me when I was a child. She dies three years ago. I miss her so much. She was all ways there for me. She listened to me when I was upset. She told me everything would be all right when Eric and I got into a quarrel.
Little pecks tap at my window. Thunder booms and I cry harder. Eighteen years and I still cry with the thunder. I'm a silly little girl, no matter how old I get I won't ever change.
"Amy!" my Papa calls. "Eric wants to talk to you!"
"I don't want to talk to him!" I holler back. "I'm doing homework!"
"It's summer." I snap my head to see Eric leaning in the door frame. He's wherein a cocky smile.
"I like to… Get a head of myself." I lift my head in embarrassment. "Go away."
"Nah… I think I'll crash here tonight." He plops next to me on my bed.
"Not in my room!" I try to shove him off but he's too strong. He beams at me mockingly, and chuckle scornfully. "You're a jerk!"
"Yeah. I am." He snatches my arms and pins me to my bed. His wet brown hair drips on to my forehead. His large eyes stare into mine with so much instance hate it makes me want to cry.
"Let me go," I murmur. His livid eyes burn into mine, my throat tightens.
"No," he reply's simply. He leans closer so his forehead touches mine.
"Let. Me. Go." I say my voice deepening into a scary and demanding. Something flicks across Eric's face, and then a smile stretches from ear to ear.
"I hate it," he breaths. His eyes turn from stone to a warm sea. "I hate all of this."
"What do you hate?" I ask.
"You make me laugh and you don't even know it," his voice is just over a whisper. "When you complained about how people bullied you, I wanted to kill them. When we sat at the pathway; and I never said I word, you waited for me, just so you could say goodbye. You make my heart flutter, and you make me want to sing."
I snort, but instantly swallow my chuckles. I bite my lip to stop giggles, but a few slips out. He gawks at me astonished that I'm laughing at his speech.
"What?" he snaps.
"That was soooo cheesy!" I snicker. "If that was your way of saying 'I love you,' then you did an amazing job at it!"
"Shut up!" his lips crush agents mine, making me gasp. I twist my head to the side to stop him. I can feel my face heat up.
"What was that?" I cry stunned that he actually did that.
"You must be really stupid not to know what that was…" he rolls his eyes annoyed.
"I know what it was, but why?" He finally lets me go, and sits up.
"You know, I'm not good at liking people; or even caring. But when you told me you loved me, I was mad. I thought of you as my sister. But as I thought about it, I figured out that I loved you so much more than a sister. But what happens if it doesn't work out?" he gazes at his hands, he was thinks about something.
"Then it doesn't work out! We won't know if we never try." My breathing was uneven, my hand tremble.
"Yeah, I know. But I'm not risking our friendship for something that may or may not work out." He runs his hands through his sandy blond hair. His grin was upset and apologetic.
"You don't get it," I begin, my voice no longer shaking but cold and harsh. He stops and stares at me confused. "Our friendship was destroyed a long time ago."