was forced to tell him so damn much.
Today...
"Hey guys," I called out as I caught up with the three of them.
I broke their focus as I approached. I guess they were having a spirited discussion when I wasn't there.
"Holly," Colin said. "Looking as pretty as ever I see."
I blushed hard. "Complimenting me? I can point out four or five flaws in my appearance for you to mock."
"What are they?" Joel jumped in. "Cause all I see is a beautiful girl."
"What's gotten into you guys," I stammered. "This is all out of nowhere. Flirting with me is not your style. I'm your friend, not your lover."
"Maybe that can be arranged," Alan said, elbowing Joel in the gut.
"Not you too, Alan."
"Hey, sometimes I want to call things as I see them," Joel added, as he stood to start our walk to the school. "Maybe we're buttering you up for more booze for our little party tonight."
It was the last day of high school. We had graduation in a week or two, but as for actual schooling, we were done until we went to college.
Our separate ways to college. The boys one way, me another. Ugh, why couldn't Dad be less of a deadbeat?
Walking with them, I was reminded again, being forced away from them may be for the best. Being so close but so far was terrible.
There's this term called the friendzone I hear get thrown around. Usually, it's used by an idiot, usually a guy, who has no idea how attraction works. The girl only sees them as friends, and nothing more. They keep doing small kindnesses, buying her things, and the like, and are appalled when the girl still isn't attracted to him.
Was there a term for when you forcefully freindzoned yourself from people who actually love you? That you love back?
I meant it when I was truly following my heart. If I was told to pick between them, well, I don't think a could. If someone put a gun to my head and demand I pick, then they may as well pull the trigger.
"What are you guys mumbling about?" I asked, as I trailed behind the pack.
They stopped. "Nothing," Joel said.
"Yeah," Colin piped up, "Nothing. Just man things."
"Man things? First you flirt with me out of nowhere, then you're excluding me from conversations. I know I don't have a penis, but did you forget the decade of friendship we had?"
"You got us, Holly," Alan replied. "We're working on something special for you. A surprise."
"What is it?"
"It wouldn't be a surprise then, would it?"
"Curse you and your logic."
I followed a little closer, but they grew quieter as I approached. Damn, they were good. I wanted to know what they were planning. Where would it pop up?
"Just trust us, Holly. It'll be the best surprise ever," Colin said.
The three laughed, ans they shared their little knuckle bumps.
"I'm not allowed to do the secret handshake either?"
"Holly, we're afraid you'd go hysterical," said Joel. "Have to keep those girl hormones in check. Who knows when you'll explode after your time of the month?"
I punched Joel square in the spine. He stumbled forward laughing. "That's more like it." This is what I was used to. Casual sexism was just a running joke between us - they respected me too much to believe that shit. "I understand, you boys have to have your man time. My boobs threaten your harmony."
"They actually totally do," Alan looked back and told me.
I stopped. I realized that actually, that was unironically right. I loved them, and didn't want them to fight each other for me.
Why couldn't I have met only one of them? I could have my best friend. We'd fall in love, and we'd have probably fucked a bazillion times by now.
Instead, I was a virgin. Because I couldn't see myself with any other men besides them.
"So, Holly, you got access to the booze?" Joel said. "I don't think I can convince my bro to sneak us more, especially of the kinds we like. "
"My idiot father is really bad at hiding the key. He left it fully stocked too. We got no shortage of the good stuff."
"Gonna get so wasted tonight," Alan said. "He
Today...
"Hey guys," I called out as I caught up with the three of them.
I broke their focus as I approached. I guess they were having a spirited discussion when I wasn't there.
"Holly," Colin said. "Looking as pretty as ever I see."
I blushed hard. "Complimenting me? I can point out four or five flaws in my appearance for you to mock."
"What are they?" Joel jumped in. "Cause all I see is a beautiful girl."
"What's gotten into you guys," I stammered. "This is all out of nowhere. Flirting with me is not your style. I'm your friend, not your lover."
"Maybe that can be arranged," Alan said, elbowing Joel in the gut.
"Not you too, Alan."
"Hey, sometimes I want to call things as I see them," Joel added, as he stood to start our walk to the school. "Maybe we're buttering you up for more booze for our little party tonight."
It was the last day of high school. We had graduation in a week or two, but as for actual schooling, we were done until we went to college.
Our separate ways to college. The boys one way, me another. Ugh, why couldn't Dad be less of a deadbeat?
Walking with them, I was reminded again, being forced away from them may be for the best. Being so close but so far was terrible.
There's this term called the friendzone I hear get thrown around. Usually, it's used by an idiot, usually a guy, who has no idea how attraction works. The girl only sees them as friends, and nothing more. They keep doing small kindnesses, buying her things, and the like, and are appalled when the girl still isn't attracted to him.
Was there a term for when you forcefully freindzoned yourself from people who actually love you? That you love back?
I meant it when I was truly following my heart. If I was told to pick between them, well, I don't think a could. If someone put a gun to my head and demand I pick, then they may as well pull the trigger.
"What are you guys mumbling about?" I asked, as I trailed behind the pack.
They stopped. "Nothing," Joel said.
"Yeah," Colin piped up, "Nothing. Just man things."
"Man things? First you flirt with me out of nowhere, then you're excluding me from conversations. I know I don't have a penis, but did you forget the decade of friendship we had?"
"You got us, Holly," Alan replied. "We're working on something special for you. A surprise."
"What is it?"
"It wouldn't be a surprise then, would it?"
"Curse you and your logic."
I followed a little closer, but they grew quieter as I approached. Damn, they were good. I wanted to know what they were planning. Where would it pop up?
"Just trust us, Holly. It'll be the best surprise ever," Colin said.
The three laughed, ans they shared their little knuckle bumps.
"I'm not allowed to do the secret handshake either?"
"Holly, we're afraid you'd go hysterical," said Joel. "Have to keep those girl hormones in check. Who knows when you'll explode after your time of the month?"
I punched Joel square in the spine. He stumbled forward laughing. "That's more like it." This is what I was used to. Casual sexism was just a running joke between us - they respected me too much to believe that shit. "I understand, you boys have to have your man time. My boobs threaten your harmony."
"They actually totally do," Alan looked back and told me.
I stopped. I realized that actually, that was unironically right. I loved them, and didn't want them to fight each other for me.
Why couldn't I have met only one of them? I could have my best friend. We'd fall in love, and we'd have probably fucked a bazillion times by now.
Instead, I was a virgin. Because I couldn't see myself with any other men besides them.
"So, Holly, you got access to the booze?" Joel said. "I don't think I can convince my bro to sneak us more, especially of the kinds we like. "
"My idiot father is really bad at hiding the key. He left it fully stocked too. We got no shortage of the good stuff."
"Gonna get so wasted tonight," Alan said. "He
Similar Books
Eve of Man (The Harvest Book 2)
Anne Ferretti
A Christmas Promise
Anne Perry
The Orange Curtain
John Shannon
Learning Not to Drown
Anna Shinoda
A Wedding in Truhart
Cynthia Tennent
Dead Man's Footsteps
Peter James
The Ruby Dice
Catherine Asaro
Kissing Kate
Lauren Myracle
The Silk Merchant's Daughter
Dinah Jefferies