In Love With My Best Friend

In Love With My Best Friend

    I’m sitting in the bus next to my best friend, Gerard, and my palms are sweating.  I’ve known him for two years, and he’s my best friend in the whole world.  I’m usually relaxed around him, and I love goofing off with him.  Today is different, though.  You see, I’ve had a huge crush on Gerard for months now.  To be honest, I’m in love with him.  Head over heels.  I’m extra nervous today because I’ve decided I need to tell him.

    I know what you’re thinking: bad idea! This never works! But if you’ve ever been in my situation, you know how complicated this can be.  He comes to me for advice about everything.  And I mean everything.  I have to hear him talk about the girls he likes.  Girls which, by the way, I think are completely wrong for him!  I just can’t take it anymore.  

    I’ve picked today because we’re on a field trip with our art class, so we’ll get a little more privacy during lunch (as opposed to the crowded school cafeteria).  That’s when I’ll let him know my feelings.

    Gerard stares out the window as the bus drives down the interstate.  He’s wearing a loose fitting knitted cap, a faded Nirvana t-shirt, and brand new jeans.  He catches me checking him out.

    “I know, they’re too perfect.  But I can’t bring myself to buy jeans with holes already in them”, he says to me.  I laugh. He has a point.

    As the bus pulls up to the art museum, Gerard realizes I’m being a lot more quiet than usual.  He asks me if I’m okay.

    “Yeah”, I try to sound casual.  Our teacher gets up and quickly starts herding us out of the door before I can say another word. 

    We all walk up the stairs to the museum as a group, but Gerard and I quickly separate from the rest as soon as we cross the double doors.  He is such an art geek that he is stoked to see an original work by Van Gogh.  We bob and weave through the crowd, trying not to kill any priceless artworks.  As we pass by a Greek statue, he says it kind of looks like me.  I blush.  The statue was beautiful.

    We finally find a large room with various paintings, and at the end, we see a large Van Gogh.  We’re crammed in the room, waiting for everyone to take their long looks and pictures.  My elbow is pressed against Gerard’s, and that’s the only part of my body I can feel.  I start to get nervous all over again. 

    A few minutes pass and we are in front of the beautiful masterpiece.  Gerard starts pointing out little tidbits about the painting, but I can barely understand what he’s saying.  My head’s in a fog.  All I can think about is how he’s going to react when I tell him my secret…

    “The guy was a genius”, he says, still admiring the painting.  “He made nine hundred paintings in just ten years.”

    I glance at my watch as Gerard takes some photos of the painting with his iPhone.  It’s too early for lunch, but I can’t take it anymore.  I convince him to come have a pretzel with me outside.  We shimmy our way out of the room and out of the museum again.  We see a vendor, grab a couple of cokes and pretzels, and sit down on the stairs in front of the building.

    I could not think of a better, more romantic scenario.  The sun shines brightly on our faces, warming us up on the cold September day.  People walk by dreamily and without hurry.  We have a wonderful water fountain in view.  It's my moment.  I try to start the subject casually.

    “So, how’s the dating scene?”  I instantly regret the question.  It was meant to sound casual, but it immediately sounded stupid and cliché to me.  Gerard didn’t seem to notice.

    “It’s okay, I guess”, he says, “There’s this new girl in homeroom I’ve been talking to. She’s so hot.  She’s from Alabama, so she’s got that southern twang, you know?”

    My heart sinks.  Gerard was crushing on another girl again.  He’s such an infatuation junkie! 

    “I think I might ask her out”, he says, breaking my heart even further.  I sigh.  If only he were gay.

    “So, is there anyone you got your eye on, man?” He asks me. 

 
    I could tell him, but I’m not going to.  Gerard is my very best friend, has been for years, and he’s obviously straight.  Maybe all we’re meant to be is best friends, and the right guy is still out there for me.

    “Mike?” He asks me as I fail to respond.

    “Oh,”, I reply, “I like someone, but they’re not interested.  It’s okay, though.  I’m still just waiting for the perfect person.”

(Thank you for reading!)

Yari

Author's Note

Honest feedback is welcomed :-) Positive? Negative? Doesn't matter~ tell me what you think ^.^

Reviews

[Patrick Henry]

What a beautiful story. I love it. Heartache like crazy, but these kinds of things usually work themselves out in some way. I was never told I was someone's crush, that they thought about me constantly, loved me, drew pictures of me, fantasized about me, and/or was very important to them in some way........... until I was old enough that all those "circle of friends" I had that all knew each other, were split up and moved on from High school cliques to jobs and college!! Seriously, THIS is why it is such a beautiful story to tell. I LOVE it. I will read this story many many times until my last day on here becaaaause I never had the opportunity that this Gerard almost had. Everything I just wrote in this comment box, I don't think I've ever mentioned before. Anyone on my friend list will easily say how much I like to write and talk, but this story touched me. Nice job. A sincere thanks to you sharing this for me to come across your face and catch this poem when I needed it most!! I've been subscribed to you since I joined back in November, I think since the first day, and you are a constant read. xoxox -Your Mark

[Yari Garcia (Older Profile)]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read, review, and share your own story (-: I'm quite flattered!

[Octob3r Star]

Amazing story, thank you for posting this. Cheers

[Ashe]

I actually just broke up with my friend recenty she had once ruled my world just like your characters but then her true colors showed and... Well you know the rest. Anyway great story, well written :)

[DreyaArt]

girl i have been there! but i made the mistake of telling the guy, ya we dont really talk any more. :(
this was well written, you had me at the title. I didn't notice any spelling mistakes or anything thanks to the great storyline that is so relatable its scary.
You did really well.
And wether this is a true story or for pure kicks I thank you :)
Well done.
Dreya

[Team_Jaward_Gale]

loved it very well done

[Amila Jay]

Wow, this is an absolute great write, enjoyed it a lot and I like the theme as well, interesting:)

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Wow. The ending really knocked me on my a*s. The details all stood out in my mind and every scene played out in my imagination as natural as my own thoughts would have been. Great story. You did an exceptional job making us care about your character. I think that is where the soul in this story lies.

[LadyNaida]

I loved it, I could totally see this in my mind playing ling a movie. You should of told him!!!

Oh man. Like I loved it and hated it all at once. It is great the way you set the scene and held my hand as you walked me through it. It just was too familiar a path hat raised so many thought to be healed wounds. Really great job here.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

a sweet, sweet story. Well done.

[Laura Storm]

sad ending i was so hoping they would end up toghther but still very good and you can't always please the crowd if you did it wouldnt be as interesting :)