WHENEVER I CALL YOU FRIEND

she's so sure he wouldn't go out with her.

so she kept the images of his smile in a tiny little space in her head...hoping that it'd remain dormant for a long time to come.

when given the opportunity though, she did want to see him, but had to pretend she didn't feel for him.

she couldn't let him see.

she couldn't let herself see.

she was drawn to him.

whoever knew about the crush she had on him kept asking her why.

but she simply couldn't explain the pull.

so her heart sank when she didn't see him as she stepped into the club.

her disappointment wasn't obvious, but she had just wanted to be alone...if only for a while.

then, as she walked her friends out, she saw him.

his face lit up with surprise at the sight of her.

and while she spoke to her friends for a bit, she was aching to get back inside to talk to him.

and talk they did. and danced.

how could he not realize that she fancied him, when to her, all the signs were so evident?

her buddies threatened to spill on her if she didn't tell him...but they couldn't bear to, as much as they teased her.

they just sat around, grinning their silent grins whenever he appeared.

they assured her that he'd be happy to know of her feelings for him, but she wasn't so sure. for she's convinced that someone like him wouldn't want to hang out with someone like her.

so why is she subjecting herself to such torture?

she doesn't know.

but she walked home with a bounce in her step that night...and his smile fresh in her mind.

he had made her day, simply by being around.