The Unsinkable Ship

Two best friends have to face off against each other. Will their friendship continue to exist or will it cease into nothingness?

The inauguration ceremony had just been completed. The time was nearing, where I had to face him off. In about a couple of minutes, we would both be going out to the field, and occupying our positions. But this time, in different teams.

This definitely wasn't a situation that I would dream of. We have both studied together, in the same school and in the same college, and we both got an opportunity to represent our college sports day. And suddenly, here we were, in an international sports tournament, facing off against each other in two different teams.

Chirag was smiling with his teammates. I was doing the same, but we both felt the same. Things weren't going to be the same after this match

I don't think we would be giving high-fives during the match. We would try and sledge each other, and try our best to better the other. 

Things wouldn't be the same anymore...

Or would they?

Just before play commenced, Chirag came toward me and embraced me.

'Hey, Prem!' he said happily as he saw me. I smiled when I saw him.

'What's with the sad face? You had a bad lunch or something?'

'Chirag,' I said nervously. 'I don't know if I can do this. You're my best friend. I can't do anything against you. Whatever we've been doing, we've been doing it together! Whether it was school, or college, or even when we both cheated and entered that burger eating competition, it has always been the two of us together! And now, I'm supposed to play against you?'

'Woah dude, that's deep,' said Chirag, with a small smile. 'If you are a true friend of mine, you wouldn't have any fear at all right now.'

'What do you mean?' I asked him, perplexed.

'Prem, do you think that a small thing like a sports tournament can ruin our lifelong friendship? I always thought that you were a sensitive little jerk.'

He gave me a small pat on my back as he left. He just shouted at me subtly, like he always used to do, and for some reason, that made me feel a lot better. 

He had gone and joined his team, and was smiling again with his teammates and suddenly, even I was smiling. My fear had gone away. 

He had just called me a sensitive jerk. He always used to call me that. And I agree - I am sensitive. And I was acting like a jerk. Why was I so worried a few minutes ago? 

He was my true friend. And that will always remain.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading! I'm open to any type of constructive criticism from all reviewers.