

I’d hate to ruin another relationship because of my jacked-up issues. But making the move wasn’t-isn’t-something I’m good at, and she was off me before I could take the chance. I wanted her to know how much she meant to me and how she never made me feel like I was unworthy of her friendship. And when she tackled me to the ground after that game, I almost kissed her.

She left with the rest of the cheerleaders, and before I could ask what I did wrong that time I was sacked myself.Įm’s body always felt different than Ali’s. But shit was the feeling I was used to with her, even when we were. The football is out of my hands, which helps, but thinking about it was stupid since it brings that night to the forefront of my mind.Īli shoved me away, and I felt like shit even after helping the team win. I adjust on the bed to give her room, then I check myself to make sure I won’t freak out on her again. She doesn’t write back, but I see that she saw my message. I figure it’s another someone commenting on the post, but it’s Em, and she’s IMing me instead. I drop my phone on the mattress and it buzzes next to my thigh almost immediately. Then I hit post before I can rethink and retype it a hundred times.

It’s a best friend code or some shit like that. Or maybe I think too much.Īnd I know she’s in the next room, but I always want to comment on Em’s statuses. so you feel like you have to comment on the damn thing, but you have no idea what to say. And I hate posts when it says something sucks and you want to like it so they know you saw it and you concur or something, but you can’t do that because it looks like you’re liking the thing that sucks. I usually just read it or like it or whatever. Her last status update says “Work sucks” and her friends took the liberty to finish the Blink 182 song in her comment section. There are always more posts from Em than from anyone else on my friends list. I pull out my phone and scroll through my Facebook feed to occupy my damn mind. Sitting up, I toss the ball to the corner of the room, knocking over a few things on the bookshelf.
