It All Started With A Text

Chapter 1

"Did you only drool today or has it become a hobby?", I heard his amusing voice.

I swear to holy mother of skittles. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I quickly wipe it all the while, blushing hard like a tomato.

" Shut up you dickward or I'll throw you off the bus".

"Ew Myra, you're embarrassing me. Get a hold on yourself", that voice again. Ugh.

"Fuck off, it's you who's thinking those kind of thoughts. Get your mind out of the gutter you baboon", I sassed it back.

Great, just great. God, can this day get any more awkward?

You challenging me? Let's see, God chuckled.

And, that's how, ladies and gentlemen, the whole ride to the school went.

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Oh damn, I forgot to give you my introduction. Sorry, let me do it quick.

Meet me, Myra Mae Adams, a 17-year-old- innocent yet wild teen. Innocent and wild? How is it possible you might be wondering? You'll come to know. I'm just living. No, please, I love my life, I just don't like how this world functions. I mean who even made these rules? Why couldn't people start their day at nights? And no, don't debate whether I'm a morning or a night person, because I'm barely even a person. I mean I'm sure I wouldn't be able to function even if mornings happened at night; it's just that I'd just get more time for sleeping. And also, one of the biggest reason why I'm writing this story is my best friend; the one I'm in love with, and no, he doesn't know that. I'd like to keep it that way. Or maybe it's because of an acquaintance who becomes more than that? You'll come to know. But for now, enough about me.

And you guys might be wondering who is this "best friend" that I'm in love with. Let me tell you, he's my one and only best friend, Noah Grant Anderson, but for me, my Noodle. He was, in fact, my first and only friend for a long time when I joined this school. He's what you call a bad boy, but he's not actually one. He never sleeps around, respects girls and mostly everyone except the masters of the hellhole, aka, the teachers.

I think he's allergic to them. Don't tell him I said that though.

He doesn't care about them, is mostly never on time, and is undisciplined most of the times. Believe me, when I say this, he's the smartest bad boy I've ever met; not that I've met many, but still.

You guys may be wondering, if he's my best friend, why do I not go to school with him? Or why are we so formal sometimes? Well, we used to go together every day until that petty thing entered the picture and football happened.

Leave the story for some other day. But I'll tell you guys for sure.

I wouldn't say we aren't close, because that would be a lie, at least on his behalf. I am his go-to person. Every time he has a problem, he comes to me. It wasn't that he is unable to solve it himself, it's just that I've always been his confidant. It gave his confidence a boost knowing I'll always have his back; no matter what. He may be " the bad boy" for people, but those who knew the real him would know he was a baby at heart.

I trust him with all my heart, for everything you could say, except the one thing I was most scared of. Falling in love with him. It was hard not to, when you knew the real him. But I wasn't supposed to fall in love with my best friend, it would complicate things. Thank god, he's oblivious to it. I wouldn't want to ruin my friendship for any reason.

*****PLAY THE SONG*****

So yes, back to the original question. I stopped going with him after they almost got out of control. The subtle glances, finding ways to touch him, don't worry, not inappropriately. Smiling while just thinking about him. He has my heart. And home is where your heart is. So yes, I feel at home when he's with me. You know, the things you do when you are in love? Yes, all those tiny little things. I couldn't let anyone find out about it. So I started distancing myself from him, whenever I could, without being obvious. I don't think he ever paid mind to it. Told you, he's a baby who's always in his own world. I don't care though. I love him and love makes you do stupid things. Yes, I said I love him.

Love. A four letter world. It makes you feel many things. It's not only romantic, you can find it in any situation. You feel love when you see a baby taking their first step. You feel love when someone does something unexpected for you. You feel love when someone understands you without you saying anything. You feel love when you know someone loves you for you. It's a weird yet an amazing feeling. It can make you do anything for your loved ones.

Similar is my case. I'd do anything for him. Literally. His emotions affect mine. His problems are mine. Stupid, you may think, but it is what it is. And no, I don't feel bad anymore that he doesn't reciprocate the feeling. It doesn't have to be mutual. In fact one sided love is the most selfless love. You'd do anything and everything to make them happy. They are your world. He's mine. I never thought I'd consider someone except my family, an important piece of my jigsaw puzzle. But he is. I cant help it. And I don't want to help it.

But all good things must come to an end. I didn't believe in that, but I do now.

I used to think I'll be always protected from the cruelty of this world. That none of my loved ones would ever betray me. That everyone you love will love you back. Equally. But these are all some beautiful lies that our heart believes in. I learnt it the hard way.

And this is my story of self discovery, and how I dealt with the aftermath of learning that these were all beautiful lies.

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A/N:

Soooooooo, that's it for chapter 1. What's up you guys?? I'm so bored of this quarantine.

Lmao as if I ever go out of my house even during normal times..

Okay, so I don't know what I was thinking while writing this down, but I was definitely thinking something.

If you liked it, I'm proud of you.

Love you all !! xx

Stay hone, stay safe. xoxo

-Dee