I have this friend, and he's a boy. I never thought of him as a guy and I still don't. It wasn't until yesterday when I found out he liked me. He didn't tell me in person and I'm glad he didn't because things are weird enough as it is. Now I can't talk to him like I used to even if I don't feel the same way. Now we're partners for a French project. It's a fashion show and we were assigned the theme of a wedding. It feels so wierd!!!
I like this guy at school, or you can say 2 guys at school. I don't know how I could like them since I haven't even talked to them, but I think it's more than their looks. (Even though they are really cute to me! >_<) One of them dresses really cool (to me.) And the other guy plays tennis. That's basically all I know about them. Although I do know their close friends. When I pass one of them I always look(stare) at them and sometimes they look back, then I quickly look at the ground and turn around.
There's this guy, Donald who I used to like when I was 6 years old. He was 8. He was my cousin's best friend. I remember we were at a party and I chased him and tried to kiss him. Of course he ran away. Four years later, I had a talk with him about school and stuff and girls and boys.. I felt like I could tell him anything. When I was 11, my cousin/best friend told me she liked him. I decided to back off. When I was 12 (he was 14) he found out my cousin liked him. He told her he didn't like her like that. Then she said "What about Vicki?" He looked at me. I couldn't return his stare. He said he wouldn't want to ruin our friendship and that I was too young for him. That hurt me. After that I swore to myself that I couldn't feel that way about him anymore. My friends still say we make a cute couple, if only he felt that way. Then I saw him this weekend.(I'm now 14, he's 16) We didn't even speak. It was only when Bobby(annoying 18 year old) was lecturing my cousins(both 13) about how stupid they were for sneaking off to meet boys. Bobby praised me for not going with them. Then Donald asked me how old I was. I was like "14" then I remembered all the talks we used to have and how we kind of confided in eachother.
The Laundry Mat
This ain't happening.
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