Chapter 2

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Have you ever watched a leaf leave a tree? It falls upward first, and then it drifts toward the ground, just as I find myself drifting towards you.

~Beth Kephart

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The next few days after that startling revelation, I found it hard to be myself. I was constantly mulling in my thoughts, wallowing in self-pity and agonising over whether or not to grab the bull by the horns and come clean about my feelings.

What would I say, anyway?

"Oh, hey bestie, it seems we've got a slight problem on our hands. I've suprisingly fallen head over heels for you . . ."

Yeah, right. As if I'd ever have the tiniest bit of courage to come right out and say it. As if I'd ever risk putting my poor ego on the line.

My best friend was everything that I wasn't. He was funny, charming, good-looking, and he had a million-dollar personality. I was just dull old Bridgette that no boy ever took any interest in, so why would he be attracted to me?

The dreadful answer was blatantly obvious: He wouldn't and he sure as hell wasn't.

I've known Lelo since I was 6, and we've been friends for ten years but I've never thought of him as anything more than a friend.

Why start now?

Why, oh why do I have to be supsceptible to feelings?

"Because you're human," came the answer.

Frustrated at my own futile attempts to put an end to my internal dialogue, and the fact that I was going through all sorts of unfamiliar emotions, I repeatedly screamed onto my pillow till my anger boiled down a notch.

Being the wimp that I naturally was, I buried my head on the pillow and started crying.

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I woke up to a loud knock on my bedroom door. I blinked my eyes a few times before taking in my surroundings. The sun was streaming inside my room, and onto my face. I had to rub my eyes a few times, before I could see properly.

I can't even remember when I fell asleep, but my pillow was pretty damp.

Great, tears. Useless tears shed for somebody who isn't even mine!

Way to go, Bridgette!

"Bridgette, if I have to knock one more time, I'll kick this door down!" Lelo screamed irritably.

My first instinct was to ignore him till he got tired, and left but I knew that was very unlikely.

Instead, I wiped my eyes, and got up from the bed. I held the doorknob and slowly opened the door, but as it turns out, my friend was about to kick the door down at precisely the same time.

Unfortunately, he kicked the air and went flying inside my room and onto my messy bed.

"Well, well, well. Looks like someone's lacking in the patience department" I said, but I was laughing so hard, my stomach was starting to hurt.

"Be nice, Bridge. If you didn't function like a snail, none of this would have happened," he said.

Placing my hand on my chest in exaggerated shock, I asked,

"Are you saying this is my fault?"

"If the shoes fits, wear it," he answered smugly.

I sat down on the bed, but I was careful to leave a huge gap between us. I couldn't handle having him so close to me.

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