If You Know, Or If You Don't KnowMature

Two best friends who have no idea that they're in love.

*Knock, knock, knock*

Ah, crap, it was Mickey. My room was a mess, my thongs and bras scattered across my bed, my books about to fall off my bookshelf, my t-shirts somehow on my T.V., my sheets and comforter on the hard wooden floor. I sighed and stuffed everything into the closet as quick as I could. I then walked over to the balcony doors and opened the silky red curtains. Then I unlocked the doors, allowing him in. I smiled. He was sitting on the chair on my balcony, his face showing an expression of deep thought.

“Hey, Mickey, it’s cold outside. Come in,” I said.

He stood up and came in, throwing himself onto my sheet less bed.

“What’s wrong?” I asked lying down beside him.


It was a quiet night. The crickets hummed in the distance.

“I said something that really pissed her off.”

“Wow, really? She should be mad,” I said sarcastically.

“Hey, c’mon, you know she has a temper. Just like you, except you bite.”

I raised my eyebrows along with the corners of my lips. He smiled and then he sat up, looking deep into my eyes. I sat up, too. He wrapped his arms around me for a minute and then gently released me.

“Hey, you know you’re my best friend, right?” he asked.

I nodded, smiling. He moved closer. His minty breath blew on my face. Our faces were inches apart. Then, when he was about move even closer, his stupid phone rang. It was Amber. He put it on speaker.

“Hey, baby,” she said. I could tell she was listening to some Britney Spears song.

“Hey,” he said.

“Look, I know you’re sorry about what you said. And I forgive you,” she said.

He smiled.

“Thanks, sweetheart, so…”

“So… you wanna come over. It’s Saturday,” she said.


He looked at me apologetically. I smiled. It’s ok, I mouthed.

“Ok, I’ll be there in a few.”

“Ok, bye baby.”


“Hey, look, Mel, sorry,” he said.

“It doesn’t matter. It’s not like you came here to visit. You needed to talk. And now you’re ok.”

He smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I opened the balcony doors. He walked out and grabbed the railing and jumped over it and landed on his feet. He waved bye.

I stared as he went to his car and drove away. I sighed. I got a blanket from my closet and sat on the balcony with my laptop. I was alone at home. My parents were away for the weekend and my two older brothers were in college. My sister, who’s graduating from high-school this year, was probably at her boyfriend’s house, making-out… or more.

Mickey, real name Michael, was my best friend since kindergarten. He came over every night, from my balcony. I smiled, remembering the moment we were so close to kissing. But then, stupid Amber had to call. Oh, well.

It’s not like I like Mickey. I do not like him. But I think I’m trying to convince myself. I don’t know. The way he grins when he’s nervous, the way he flips his black hair out of his silvery gray eyes. The way he hugs me… the way he kisses me on the cheek. I'm not in love!

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