'Maybe we can be friends.' It's like a dagger to the heart. There's a small healing process and when the process is complete, where you are at the end of it all is worth all that pain.


Maybe



Maybe we can be friends.

I remember when he uttered those five horrible words. He walked away with a guilty look on his face. The slap on my face felt harder when a week later he was with that superficial girl we all hate to know. It felt like the air in my lungs had suddenly just been sucked out of me. It wasn't like I even wanted to tell him. A conversation between my best friend and I was overheard, a rumour was started and said guy decided to get to the truth. One thing I hated was lying. He knew I was lying. We'd been friends for years; he knew when I was lying. He knew. But one thing he didn't know was that I'd liked him for years, that'd I had been pining for him for centuries! I remember my best friend, Aimee, wrapping her arm around me and trying to soothe me. I remember shrugging her off and pretending like it didn't kill me inside.


Maybe you're in denial.

I remember telling Aimee that maybe, just maybe, I was over him. She rebutted with the dreaded 'd' word. I remember her telling me that I was in denial with my feelings for him. I kept trying to reassure her that I was over him. I knew better than to lie to her, she was probably the only other person that knew me as well as he did. I didn't care, I carried on pretending. I think my façade went on for so long it kind of…just became true. I pretended for so long I didn't even realise that I had stopped pretending. I stopped thinking about faking it and just…went with it. Finally, after months of hating myself for losing him, for not being right for him, I got over it. I was over him. Then he came along.


Maybe he likes you.

Four months after the incident, two brothers enrolled in our school. One was eighteen and in his final year, the other in my year (one year below). The older one of the pair was the one that was pined for, the ones girls swooned over. The younger brother pretty much kept out of the limelight. His name was Andrew. He was half Asian and half Italian. Aimee called his brother perfection, but I often wondered if she ever saw Andrew. I remember her telling me that he kept staring at me in class, but whenever I would look at him his gaze would be elsewhere, with no indication of him ever looking at me. 'Maybe he likes you' Aimee said to me. I scoffed at the idea, but secretly my heart pounded at the thought.


Maybe you're my kind of everything.

One morning I had woken up late so I had to catch a later bus to school. I wasn't bothered about it since I was always early to school. Usually I'd do the homework I skipped the evening before. I touched my pass on the machine, smiled at the driver (who surprisingly smiled back) and scanned the bus for empty seats. There were some at the back, I didn't usually like the back since people put their feet up on the seats and the seats were usually very dirty, but since I didn't feel like standing. I walked over to the back. I settled myself on a seat and looked up. Andrew. There sitting in front of me was Andrew. The bus' seats were very awkwardly set: the back of the bus had a row of about five seats facing the front, at each corner there were two seats facing the opposite way so you'd be actually looking at the person in front of you face-to-face. He had the same look of shock I probably had. I gave him a small smile of acknowledgement. I watched as he took of his headphones and introduced himself properly to me. I can still remember the way his hand felt in mine. I kept 'waking up late' everyday after that.

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Andrew and I were close becoming best friends. Aimee found this particularly wonderful since a relationship with one of her classmates was bordering the 'boyfriend' level. Andrew and I were sitting one the bus one morning when his hand slipped into mine and his lips touched my cheek. I remember asking him 'out of everything every girl has, why would you want me?' I remember the sincerity in his voice when he replied, 'maybe you're my kind of everything'.


Maybe we can be friends.

Six months later Andrew and I were just as stubborn, playful and happy as we were when we first met. We fought, we laughed, we danced, we hated, but ultimately we were loved. It was a sunny afternoon. I remember that fact clearly about that day. I could almost hear the birds singing. Aimee, her boyfriend Navid, Andrew and I were sitting on the grass eating our lunch. Pure bliss and total happiness. I remember when a shadow fell over me, I remember looking up to see my ex-friend-ex-crush standing over me. He pulled me away to talk. I almost laughed when I saw Andrew's look of jealously, like he had something to be jealous of. I was stunned to hear what he wanted to say to me. I bit my lip to stop myself from scoffing at his speech about how much he missed me being around, how much he regretted rejecting me all those months ago, how much he wanted me back. I had taken a deep breath in and spoke with confidence, 'You can't take back what was never yours. I'm with Andrew.' Maybe what I was about to say was mean of me to say but maybe it was me throwing something back in his face because I smirked and said, 'Maybe we can be friends'.


I have no idea where this came from. It just…came. You don't know her (MC) name but that's okay, right? I decided to only write the names of people she cared about: Aimee, Andrew and Navid. The ex-crush-ex-friend has no name. :)

I've just finished my exams! Woo! Last set in June, but that's months away! :) Alphas coming your way this weekend!

Hope you enjoyed this, thanks for reading!

Hope

xoxo