In a perfect world, everyone would like the kid I love, who I call my best friend, who no one sees as funny or kind or nice as I do. Everyone thinks he is an ass, and that he only wants one thing; my physical self. & I can’t say I don’t disagree but part of me just wants everyone to like him again. Sure, he’s a huge dickhead, and Sure, hes all about looks, but it kind of goes deeper then that. I liked this kid before we even knew eachother’s names. Time for a flashback? I think so.

Two years ago, I got into school early, as usual. (And if you know my old school, you know how its litterally one hallway full of each grade.) Everyone knew we were getting new kids in our class, but boy, was I in for a surprise. He was adorable, and I got to be the one to show him just where our homeroom was, and show him around. He was shy, but he was perfect; smart, fit, a tad taller than me and his big brown eyes told me he was going to be a lot of fun once he opened up to us all.

And who knew this kid was going to become what he is today with me? We are always talking, and I think we know more about eachother then we know about ourselves. He made a few mistakes by saying things or doing things, but arent we all human?

But now it seems that I’m getting the shit end of the stick. Do I really take him to my Sophhop if he didn’t and won’t take me to his formal? Do I listen to friends and not bring him or bring him and have fun, knowing I probably won’t see one of his formals? Do I go with him and just ignore it all, even if I can’t stand that option?