As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my SO called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine.
But she didn' t notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before and handed
them to her., She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss en the cheek. I wanted to tell her, I want her to knew that I don' t want to becuse friends, I Ieve her but
I' m just tee shy, and I don' t knew why.
The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and en about hew her Ieve had broke her heart. She asked mete come
over because she didn' t want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one
Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to
tell her, Iwant her to knew that I den' t want to be just friends, I kwe her but I' m just too shy, and I den' t know why-
The day before prem she walked to my locker. My date is sick" she said: he' s not going to go well, I didn' t have a date, and in rm grade, we made a
promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go togetherness as "best friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at
her front deer step, I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn' t think Of me like that,
and I know it Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek- I want to tell her, I want her to knew that I den' t want to be
just friends, I Ieve her but I' mjust too shy, and I don' t know why-
Graduation Day l t.
A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was r. ..
get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn' t notice me, and -I "
hat, and cried as I hugged her., Then she lifted her head from my sheild I
want to tell her. Iwant herto know that I dent want to be just friends, I
i ital. ft a I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to
I 'tib' p? ti))' ore everyone went home, she came to me in her smack and
yeu' re my best friend, thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek., I
get too shy, and I dent knew why,
A Few Years Later
Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married new. I watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted
her be mine, but she didn' t see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said "you camel". She said "thanks" and
kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I dent want to be just friends, I Ieve her but I' m just too shy, and I dent know why.
Years passed, I looked dawn at the comn ofa girl wire used to be my "best friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school
years, This is what it read: I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn' t notice the and I know it, I want to tell him, Iwant him to know that I dent
want be just friends, I Ieve him but I' m just tee shy, and I don' t know why. I wish he would tell me he Reved mel '1 wish I did I thought to my self.
But this changed me, I felt new, something was different. I had a new courage in my heart. My body was old, but my spirit was fresh. I teek off
and suit pants. I sprinted, sprinted like I was a school boy again, past the staring faces to the coffin. I launched myself onto her so that my ass was above
her face and let out the worst explosive diarrhea all my 86 years. l 'my/ rt out of my saggy limp rectum with the consistency of vomit and the stench of
the third circle dyf hell. The church went silent, all anyone cpuid hear was me, shitting my guts out, onto my beloved' s face.,
I closed my eyes and cried, still defecating, and thought abaut my life with this girl. No one said anything fer a minute as my shit continued to sputter
sporadically. When I opened my teary eyes again and Geeked dawn. her beautiful, perfectly aged face was
plastered with bloody fecal matter. I guess I shat a little tee forcefully.
I whispered to myself, and her, if she was listening, “I' ll see you seen-” I curled over, weary from shitting, and died.
It was the happiest moment of my life.