Meet Sara

The background into Sara's life and her friendship with Matt. Wait for the twist!

Do you ever get that feeling that someone is watching you? No matter what you do or where you go, you can just feel that set of deep blue eyes burning a hole in your head? 

I turn around in my chair to see Matt staring at me. "Can I help you?" I ask. I've been trying to study for an hour now, and the whole time he has been looking at me with those sad puppy dog eyes. Boys I swear. 

"No, I'm good." Matt replies. I turn back around and pack up my things. How can I study in an environment where I have zero concentration anyway? This is my last year of college and I have a hard enough time focusing on my own. I definitely do not need someones help getting distracted. 

'Especially when he's cute' What? Where did that thought from. I never once said Matt was cute. But, who am I kidding? He is pretty cute. But so immature. I swear, sometimes I feel like he is still a little kid in middle school or something.

Let me back up, I'm Sara. I'm a senior in college getting my Associates Degree in teaching. Matt and I have been best friends since we were little. Our Mom's did chemo together up until cancer took Anita, Matt's mom from us. From then on things were different and always would be. 

Instead of separating himself from everyone, Matt got closer to those around him. Especially me. We were pretty much inseparable from that moment on. Which was fine with me. Since I can remember Matt has been my only friend. I'm not like everyone else. I don't like to dress up and I've never liked the idea of sleepovers or tea parties. I guess with my Mom being sick my whole life I didn't really believe in the fairy tale type of stuff. 

Having one friend was fine for awhile. Then a few years later I lost my mom. She had breast cancer, the tumor had metastasized to her chest and eventually her lungs. I was the complete opposite of Matt. I didn't want any support-- I wanted to be alone to deal with the loss of my mother my own way. But as much as I tried, Matt still pushed and stayed in my life. Which at the time pissed me off, but eventually I understood, and now I completely appreciate him with every bone in my body. 

Which brings us back to the present. I can't remember when I first discovered that I liked Matt as much more than a friend. I know it has been a long time. I have never told him though, and I never plan on it. We are better as friends. I don't like relationships anyway, I'm more of a solo type of girl, difficult if you will.

I was sitting in homeroom when a spit ball comes across the room and hits me in the back of the head. "Really?" I laugh. It's Matt, of course. "I had to get your attention somehow, Sara. You're so into your school work and all." Matt said. "Yes, some of us want to graduate on time, little boy." I say sarcastically. "Well, anyway. Wanna get lunch somewhere?" Matt asked. "Sure, see you at one." I reply. That was the end of the conversation until lunch. 

"Where are we going?" I asked. Matt made me put on a blindfold to go to lunch. I haven't really grasped that idea yet, but I trust him so I go with it. When we finally get to the restaurant I can't take it anymore, I have to take the blindfold off. Oh, he's good. This is incredible, a nice picnic lunch in the park. Something I could be happy about any day of the week, no people, no weird school buffet food. 

We both sit and eat quietly, embracing the mood. When we were both done eating Matt asked, "Can I take your trash for you?" "Sure." I replied with a smile. He's always doing this nice things for me. That's what makes him such a great friend. My Dad doesn't even offer to throw away my trash for me. I sit in the grass and watch him as he walks toward the trash can. We are right by the lake, but the Geese haven't tried to steal any food, surprisingly. 

"So listen. There's something I wanted to talk to you about today." Matt explains. "Umm, alright go for it." I say, curious. What could he possibly want to talk to me about? Does he want to try and be more than friends? No, that's crazy. That would ruin our great friendship. I listen, ready for whatever he is about to tell me.

"Well, I kind of, met someone..." He says. His voice kind of trails off in that sentence. "You wh-what?" I asked, now even more confused. "I've been talking to this girl for a while now, and she asked me to go to a movie with her on Saturday." Matt is rambling now about some girl whose name I don't even know. "So go to the movie with her crazy." I respond flatly. I was hoping that last sentence would come out better, but too late now it's already out. 

Why did I say that? I don't want him to go to a movie with her. She sounds like she sucks and I have hardly heard anything about her. "Thanks! You're the best ever. But, I need your help if you don't mind." He looks like a puppy dog again. "What could you need my help for?" I joked. "I have no idea what kind of movies girls like to go to." Matt laughed. "You're so weird." I said and we both laughed. I gave him a hug and told him I was proud of him, because I am. I just hate her already. I tell him the opposite though, I say I can't wait to meet her. He says I can meet her after their movie. Oh joy. Is Saturday over yet?

Author's Note

This is the first piece I have written in a VERY long time, so I hope you enjoy it. I look forward to hearing from you with suggestions and other comments. :) -Kristan

Reviews

[K.E. Henderson]

Aw! Poor Sara! Friend zone books are always fun to read!

[Kristan DeLong]

Thanks! Hope you keep reading, it keeps getting better.