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Post by Thursday on Feb 24, 2006 23:34:03 GMT -5
It happened again. I really can't believe it. I swore it would never happen again. That's right I fell in love with my best friend.
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Post by Thursday on Feb 24, 2006 23:50:07 GMT -5
Okay, so I guess I should explain a little. Oh where do I start? My name is Sophie Hannigan and I have a bad habit. Yes, I destroy all my friendships with my guy friends because I always end up falling for them. It's like a disease I can't get rid of. A habit I can't shake. I always end up eventually letting the friendship fade away because I'm too scared to admit how I feel and I can't act normal around them anymore. It usually doesn't matter because I live with my Aunt Gene and Uncle James two people who've gotten to know the U-Haul guys so well they are often at our house for week-end barbeques. They just can't stay in one place... until now that is. For some reason they decided to stay here, here in Carmel California. I guess I should start from the beginning.
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Post by Thursday on Feb 24, 2006 23:55:51 GMT -5
It started out innocently enough. My first day at my new school. My stomach felt queasy. I knew i should be used to this by now but something felt different. Something i couldn't explain. That is until i saw him.
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Post by Thursday on Feb 25, 2006 0:14:39 GMT -5
I was walking up the steps, one arm full of books and in my other hand was my class schedule trying to figure out how I was ever going to find all my classes. Suddenly BOOM!! I crashed right into someone. Papers and books went flying everwhere.
" Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!! I didn't see-" my apology was interrupted as I looked up and saw who I'd very gracely crashed into. My breath caught in my chest as I found myself staring into the greenest pair of eyes I'd ever seen. Eyes that belonged to the most amazing boy I'd ever seen.
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Post by Thursday on Feb 25, 2006 0:22:19 GMT -5
" Oh no it was my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going." said the boy. He gathered all of his books and mine too because I was still frozen and unable to form a coherent sentence.
" Are you new?" His question jolted out me out of my freeze frame and I came to my senses. I grabbed the books the was holding out to me, trying to hide the crimson blush I knew had risen in my cheeks with my long chestnut hair.
" Yeah, I am. Thank you so much!"
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Post by Thursday on Feb 25, 2006 0:50:57 GMT -5
" I'm Patrick. " He said holding out his hand for shaking. I took it and smiled. " Sophie."
"Sophie?" He said in an amused voice. " I like that name. Here since you're new I can help you find your way around if you want." I was really and truly shocked. Guys that looked like him never talk to me. He was at least six foot with of course those amazing green eyes and kind of long, messy, dark brown hair. He was dressed in a plain tee-shirt and jeans much like I was. Underneath his tee-shirt you could see he was no stranger to working out. His arms I couln't help but notice as he was picking up my books were extremely well-defined. In a word, he was HOT! Guys like that just don't talk to me. I'm not exactly what you would call a raving beauty. I'm not ugly just you know average. Kind of your girl next door type. You know the drill. Long, brown,wavy hair, plain brown eyes nothing extraordinary about them. I'm also kind of on the short side. I barely hit five foot two. Get it? Guys like him usually don't give me the time of day. Which was why I was reluctant to accept his offer.
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Post by Thursday on Feb 25, 2006 0:56:19 GMT -5
But there was just something about him. Something that made me decide, what the hell no one knows me here. What have I got to lose? If only I knew then. So I said," Sure. That would be great!" and we headed down the hall making our way through the sea of students.
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Post by Thursday on Feb 25, 2006 1:04:25 GMT -5
As we were walking down the hall, Patrick was reading my class schedule. " You know?" he said, "You and I have almost the exact same schedule!"
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah, except I've got the school paper when you have P.E."
"Wow you're on the school paper?"
"Yeah it's pretty awesome. Are you a good writer? You look like you are. You're in AP English with me. You should think about joining."
" Really? Can I join this late in the year?"
" YES!! We are desperate for more people. All we do during school is editing. The real stuff happens after school. What do you think?"
"I think that sounds great!"
And that's how it my friendship with Patrick Willson began.
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Post by Thursday on Feb 25, 2006 1:12:41 GMT -5
The next few weeks were a blurr to me. I was making many new friends mostly through Patrick. I joined the school paper and was busy writing hard hitting pieces of journalism about the schools latest drama production or basket ball game. And I got to know Patrick really well. We had tons in common. We both loved old black and white movies and staying in our Pj's all day and running when we were stressed out. I was surprised at how easily Patrick and I were becoming best friends. I could talk to him about anything. Well almost anything.
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Post by Thursday on Feb 25, 2006 1:20:26 GMT -5
it happened one day when we were hanging out at his house. As it turned out we only lived aroung the corner from each other. We were playing hide and go seek in his with his little sister and the gaggle of friends she had over. His sister was it and all the kids had sagged the best hiding spots leaving me and Patrick alone.
" 20-19-18..." Casie, his sister was getting close to seeking.
" C'mon" he whispered." I know a good hiding spot. He proceded to grabbed my hand and drag me toward the kitchen where he opened a small door. I looked inside. It was a space no bigger than a refrigderator.
" No way we'll both fit in there!""
" 3-2-1 ! Ready or not here i come!!"
Patrick ran inside the closet and pulled me in after him and shut the door behind me.
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Post by Thursday on Feb 25, 2006 1:33:01 GMT -5
Inside the closet it was dark and quiet. I couldn't see Patrick's face but i could feel him. I was pressed very close up against him. Neither of us said anything. I was too busy feeling. Feeling the way his arms were still around me, his body pressed against mine. I could smell him. That good clean smell like soap and the shampoo he uses. My heart was started beating quicker. And I knew I knew what I had been feeling for a long time. I was in love with Patrick, my best friend. It was the way he always held open doors for me and came over to my house at the crack of dawn with unpopped bags of popcorn for us to watch old James Bond movies. Even now playing with his little sister. I had almost worked up the nerve to say something when i was blinded by light as his sister yanked open the door yelling, " You're it, You're it!!!"
Patrick and I separated as soon as we stepped out of the closet. I could feel my flaming cheeks, so I faked a headache and ran home.
I raced to my room and crawled into my bed. Why oh why am I cursed with this terrible thing? Why do I have to love him? My mind was spinning so even though it was the middle of the day I closed my curtains and turned out the lights and fell into a deep, thoughtless sleep.
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Post by Thursday on Feb 26, 2006 12:56:26 GMT -5
The next few days at school were extremely awkward. I don't know what had changed. But something did. Something big. Before it wasn't unsual for Patrick to I don't know give me a hug at the start of class or put his hand over mine when he was trying to get my attention. Now we don't touch each other at all. Which isn't that hard for me as I am avoiding him like the plague. Friday that week another problem popped up.
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Post by Thursday on Feb 26, 2006 13:00:20 GMT -5
I was walking into school when I noticed someone was watching me. I looked up and saw Justin Lindsay looking at me intently. He eyes ran from my head all along my body making me feel extremely uncomfortable. I tried to ingore him and started to walk away. My plan didn't work out so well because much to my dismay Justin followed me.
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Post by Thursday on Feb 26, 2006 13:49:24 GMT -5
" Hey baby you are looking fine today. Hmmm mmm mmm! Why don't you give me a piece of that?" Justin said making my skin crawl.
"Back off you perv!!" I yelled back at him and in my typical assertive nature I turned... and ran away.
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Post by Thursday on Feb 26, 2006 13:55:04 GMT -5
But Justin didn't leave me alone all that week. I couldn't go anywhere it seemed with hearing his explicit suggestions or looks. I still hadn't told Patrick about this yet. I don't know why I was afraid to tell him about it. Maybe because I was secretly hoping it would send him into a jealous rage and he would take me in his arms and stare deep into my eyes all passionately and then... Well it's not like it mattered. I knew that would never happen. But one day the truth came spilling out.
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