Awh ****

You know that feeling when you get a crush on one of your best guy friends and all of your other friends would kill you if they found out?
The good part about liking him is that I have a better chance than the girls I've liked lately. (They're either straight, or they have had girlfriends for 6 months.)
The bad part is that he's one of my best friends.
The worst part is that his best friend hates me more than anyone on this planet. (His best friend isn't part of our group because he hates me.)
I've been friends with him for about a year now. We became friends through his best friend.
So, quick story.
His best friend and I started talking in late January. We had a conversation about our friend's little sister and some trouble she got into. Then we started talking about ourselves and got to know each other better. Then we started talking endlessly. Then we went on a date-type thing a few days after Valentine's Day. Then he asked me out. Then four days later, he broke up with me. Then he never spoke to me again. Now he hates me.
I don't know why he broke up with me. I don't really care.
But I stayed friends with all of his friends.
Then his best friend (the one I have a crush on now) started dating this girl I wasn't very fond of. But he was pretty much in love with her, so I was happy that he was happy. Then she broke up with him a few months later. Then he and I started getting close again.
So, jumping ahead to two days ago.
We were going to Little Caesar's after school, but first we had to go to the Dollar Tree. Him and his friend met us there and we drove them to Little Caesar's. He learned that I've smoked weed.
This made him happy.
Then he learned that I don't smoke regular cigarettes.
This made him happier.
Then he found out I'm completely over my ex (not his best friend, but my most recent one, who I'm still good friends with.)
This made him ecstatic.
Then my sister and her boyfriend had to leave, and since they were my ride, I had to leave too.
So I gave the guys goodbye hugs.
Before we pulled out of the parking lot, he ran up to the car (my side of it) and made a comment about the sticker on the side of the car. Then he smiled and said goodbye to me again.
Now I can't stop thinking about him.
I don't know why I like him.
I don't know why I only now like him.
All I know is that I do.
And if any of his or my friends find out, they'll kill me.
ReesesPeaces ReesesPeaces
18-21, F
Sep 16, 2012