I didn't know what to think of it.
I never thought I'd see you again, considering how I just met you at the playground. But there you were, sitting next to me everyday for the whole school year. And it didn't end there.
We ate lunch together.
We did partner work together.
I waited with you after school so I was sure you'd get picked up without the other kids bothering you.
This went on until we were in highschool. We eventually got separated into different classes, so I didn't really see you that often. You made new friends, yet you still decided to stick by me more. I got to know you more. You got to know me more.
You grew up to be a wonderful girl. You were beautiful. You were smart. You were becoming the kind of girl that every boy in the school would want to go after. I started noticing all the small details about you too. And then, I realized that I was feeling something different. I started thinking about you more often. I started to think to myself, "Am I starting to like her?"
"That's ridiculous," I told myself, "Emma is my friend, there's no way I would--" "You would what?" I jumped as you surprised me from behind. You were giggling, trying to hide your amusement. "There's no way you would what, Micheal?" you asked me with a smile. "You scared me!" was all I managed to reply to you. "Hey, whose idea was it to start meeting here every lunch time? The least you could do was expect me to come," you replied, still amused at how you managed to scare me.
"There's no way you would what?" you asked me again, looking at me intently with a smile on your face. "Uuuh.. I don't know what you're talking about," I reply, looking away, trying not to share my thoughts with you.
"Awwww, that's no fun!" you react to me, obviously dissatisfied with my answer. "Come on, tell me what's on your mind!" you insisted. I didn't look back at you. "Micheeeaaal!" you started shouting as you shook me from my shoulders, "I'm not gonna stop until you tell me!"
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you!" I answered, getting dizzy from the way you shook me. I started panicking, not sure what I was supposed to tell you. I didn't want you to get any ideas, so I obviously wasn't about to tell you what I was feeling. "Oh, come on Micheal, you're my best friend, aren't you? How could you say such things behind my back?" you insisted, looking like you were about to cry.
I kept looking around the hallway until I saw a poster for the prom. "I was just thinking that there was no way I would be able to go to prom with you."
"I wouldn't mind."