We were best neighbours ever since she moved here in 2005. Our families love having barbeques on weekends; almost twice every month. Based on the quality friendship or ‘neighbour-ship’ we had over the jolly years, we never got tired of each other.
She’s my friend (basically I’d call her my best friend but I don’t work that way)—my closest one actually. Although we should’ve had met in the earlier years but due to my family’s constant moving ‘round within the state, I had to restart my life over and over again. Finally, my parents decided that it was time to stop the never ending cycle of moving houses and settled down here in Baker Avenue. After that, I met her.
You see, they tell me I should ask her out but…All I really do is just hang out. She thinks I’m just her guy whenever there’s some deep problem she couldn’t go through: she comes to me. I mean, I don’t mind having her around so much. I like her; I do—it’s just that I’m not sure what my feelings are doing, ya know? I’m 19 and she’s 18. People tell me to ‘make a move’, which is something that I wouldn’t normally do. I’m tied between what I really think and whether or not to take everyone else’s advice.
We don’t go to the same school together, but we do walk back from school together. Hers is just three blocks away from mine. I just wait for her at my school’s front patio every Monday to Friday—same time, same route back home, same old routine unfolding every single minute of the day.
Every time I look at her; my mind tells me, ‘Best friend.’ But what does she think when she sees me every time?