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Fourth Of July | G. Acosta

You and I were, you and I were fire.
You and I were, you and I were fire.
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fire

'Best friends', you thought to yourself, you heart dropping to the pit of your stomach as you glanced at Gustavo Acosta- your best friend, and the guy you been secretly in love with since fourth grade, you had even convinced your parents to let you move to Lakewood with him and his father, the new sheriff.

You sigh quiet enough so that he wouldn't hear or get suspicious of anything being wrong.

You ran a hand through your hair as you leaned over slightly so you could look over his shoulder at the textbook he was reading from- finishing the homework from class that you had already completed.

He hadn't asked to copy from you, and you didn't suggest- you didn't want to make your feelings obvious, not yet at least.

Not until you saw the signs, not just one, but some.

It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
That went off too soon
And I miss you in the June gloom, too
It was the fourth of July
You and I were, you and I were fire, fire, fireworks
I said I'd never miss you
But I guess you never know
May the bridges I have burned light my way back home
On the Fourth of July

You remember the previous summer, back in your old town, it was the middle of summer. The Fourth Of July, it was Your families annual party, even though you actually only went because Gustavo's family always came. Your parents were friends, and you two were FRIENDS.

You had started to had that word when people would talk about how great friends you were- you wanted to be more then friend, but you could NEVER tell if he did as well.

He never shows a SINGLE sign, not even ONE. But, Gustavo didn't always show his feelings well, but you'd been FRIENDS long enough to tell how he was feeling.

Your parent always played music through the speakers on your back patio, different genres to peak to everyone's interest- except for rap, they HATED rap.

You were sat at a picnic table that was sat up in the shade, Gustavo sitting across the table from you, raising an eyebrow at how silent you were at the moment.

You had your elbow propped up on the table, your chin on your left palm and your head tilted up to look at the sky that would soon be lit up with bright fireworks a little while after it got dark- your second favorite part of this holiday party.

Gustavo reached across the table to gentle hit your shoulder, "the fireworks haven't even started yet" he joked lightly, not able to guess what you were thinking about- HIM.

I'll be as honest as you let me
I miss your early morning company
If you get me
You are my favorite "what if"
You are my best "I'll never know"

You remembered the morning after the party, he would stay the night- in your room in bed, but you would always lay in opposite directions. Your feet at his head and vice versa.

And it honestly bugged the hell out of you, but you didn't want to say anything, you'd rather by JUST FRIENDS, then nothing at all.

You wanted to be close to him, to feel comfort by being so close to his body, to feel his skin under your hand.