After about 15 minutes I realized she was asleep with her friend in her room. I didn’t know what else to do to kill my time, until she woke up. I changed into my pajamas; I had a green basketball shirt and black pair of swishy pants. My hair hung loose and curly around my face.

I sat at the computer with the back of the chair against my stomach. Like most normal teenagers I was obsessed with MySpace and AIM. It wasn’t until about 11pm that I heard noises coming from her room. I sat in the chair almost shaking, and then it happened the door opened.

“ASH!” she walking towards me happily.

“Do I know you?” I said laughing

“Shut up you loser, give me a hug.” She said as she pulled me into a hug. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, she had on short shorts and a tank top, her hair was blonde brown and almost white, hanging straightly down her beautiful face.

She looks so different now, her hair is brown and she wasn’t as preppy as she was then. As I was standing there thinking of what to say I looked out of the corner of my eye, she was doing it again. She was acting like everything was ok, but it wasn’t, not since that night I told her that I loved her over an instant message conversation. I took me a long time to actually come out and say it to her, and I spent days preparing myself for it. But it didn’t go as well as I planned.

RoCKrCHiK92: hey

OHioBliz84: hey ash what’s going on?

RoCKrCHiK92: I need to tell you something really important, I think I kind of owe it to you.

OHioBliz84: ash just tells me what’s going on. Is it bad??

RoCKrCHiK92: well it depends on your point of view, I don’t think it is.

OHioBliz84: ok so are you going to tell me?

RoCKrCHiK92: ok so you know all those times when I was trying to explain to you why I acted the way I did that one summer. And that I was blaming it all on me being sick and just trying to get attention?

OHioBliz84: yeah?