Liam & Me

A friend who is platonically in love with her best friend, and is anticipating a move.

Have you ever had a best friend that you would not see for months and months at a time? Yet, somehow you manage a friendship that is so strong, a third party could easily identify it as something more?

 

That's what Liam and I are like. We are best friends who love each other so dearly even if we haven't seen each other for months. (Thank goodness we have e-mail!) The last time I saw him, he was playing a baseball game, his school against mine. I only had a measly twenty minutes to hang out with him.

 

We chatted a bit while he warmed up. Swish. His bat met the air heavily, swish. His body twisted with the momentum. His face blissful and ready. I knew Liam felt right at home, no matter whose diamond he stood on. His passion oozed through the chains that separated us. A silly grinned spread across my face. His charismatic nature simply rubbed off onto me. There was so much I wanted , needed to tell him, but loads of my words failed. I stood still, in a blissful state, just happy to be by my friend again. Simple conversation was made, but it beat any other polite conversation I ever had before.

 

Suddenly, an urge pulled inside of me. This friend was someone I hadn't seen since almost half a year ago. I wanted to hold him close. We met at a gate by the dugout, and immediately my arms wrapped around him. His coach, teammates, and some adoring fans for both schools caught a glimpse of this quick embrace. Neither of us minded. What was there to be worried about? It wasn't like we were anything more than friends, and friends hug. The two of us stood there for a few moments longer talking about his team, and how I knew he would be amazing. His nerves were about him. He was nervous to play in front of me. In front of little ol' me! I smiled at this, as if I weren't smiling enough.

 

Soon the game began, and I took my seat among the parents who came to watch. Liam prepared at the plate, first up to bat. A practice swing or two, and he was ready to go. I took in a deep breath, crossed my fingers, and mentally cheered his name.

 

The pitcher threw the ball, and it grounded. A sigh passed, but I still smiled. Oh, was he nervous. That didn't matter to me though. He jogged off into the dugout, now out of my sight. My eyes scanned the bleachers and my teams dugout. I spotted a few guys I knew. Murphy from Spanish, and Marcotte from English and Algebra. I sat quietly, observing the baseball game. Oddly interested. (Baseball, or any kind of ball for that matter, has never been my thing. As long as my friends played it, I'd support them.) Soon, my school was up to bat. My friend made his way to outfield. Balls were hit, and Liam redeemed himself with a nice catch.

 

By then, I left bag and jacket on the bleachers, and stood with my face up against the fence, fingers laced through the empty spaces. My eyes were on my friend. I smiled, then frowned. What time was it? I had to leave at 4:25... I glanced at my watch, which I wore for that purpose only. 4:10PM. I had only 15 minutes to watch one of my best friends play his game. Before I knew it, his team was up to bat again. Unfortunately, it was time to leave. I found him briefly, spoke a few more words, then left. I lallygagged on my way out. Checking back every few seconds to see how the game was going. Right before I had to really get going (or else I'd miss the bus), his mom handed him some snacks, and our eyes made contact for a moment, then I turned away. That was the last moment I saw him.

 

Now it has been about four months since we've last met. Fortunately though, it's been only six minutes since the last e-mail that has passed between us. On the not so bright side, just last night I learned Liam may move. His father has been in the navy for some odd years, and has been psychically fit for the job as well. Just recently they discovered his body fat percent was just one percent over, and they may force him into retiring. He may go off into another job that would mean living in any city, state, or country. The thought of losing my friend to another city, state, or country took its toll on me. He is my best friend, and without his presence, even if its several miles away, I will grieve as if we were a couple that has just broken up. Again, we can come across that way, but we are just two great friends who have found a home in each other, and we plan on keeping it that way.

Author's Note

I had the inspiration to write a story about a girl and a guy so close. =] i may not have embellished with too much, but i was content as i wrote it. now to have editing eyes?

Reviews

[Clarisse Nanoit]

"There was so much I wanted , need to tell him, but loads of my words failed."----> "...wanted, needed to tell him..."
"What was there to be worried about or whatever."----> Idk if I like this sentence, but even if I did, it'd need a (?) at the end.
"Soon, my school was up to bad."----> BAT

I love this. I think there's something so endearing (sp?) about the fact that it comes from truth. I know what it's like to have a best friend move. It's the hardest thing in the whole world, I think. I wish you the best of luck. Perhaps both your hearts will be, as you say they are, with trying to stay in touch... That's the reason it usually doesn't work for best friends who've been split up. One person doens't put forth the effort or caring. Well-written; nice piece!
KH