Pathetic Little Me

May 11, 2005 00:17

(Continued from here)

It was hard to keep from crying when I saw Casey, too, suppressing tears. How could I feel so close to a girl I had barely met? Somehow, I had this nagging feeling like if she discovered what I was like that maybe she wouldn't be so accepting. The thought made my stomach twist unsettledly.

Her lower lip sticks out in a frown-ish pout as she cries. All I can think to do is wrap an arm around her shoulders. My heart is in my throat when she calls me her best friend.

"I've never had a best friend," I nearly blubber. I must sound awful right now. "When I made that comment about my bookshelf being my best friend it was true. We just keep moving around and moving around and all I want to do is stay put!"

Pathetic little me... tears blurred my vision. "I just wanna stay here and have you as the best friend I want."
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