“Can I use your markers?” I asked A.J., my friend/worst enemy.
“Yeah, sure,” he said. We were working on a project for fifth grade graduation day.
“Tell me your secret!” A.J. had been busting my chops for the last few days. He said he had a “secret” and he couldn’t tell anyone, and I, was trying to get him to spit it out.
“No! Somethings are better un-said!” he said in his squeaky, high voice. How I loved to bust his chops.
“I’m going to keep bothering you until you tell me!” I said. I was getting annoyed.
“Okay! Okay! My secret is…....,”.
“Yes?!?”
“I like Molly!” he said. Molly, was another one of my friends. In fact, we were best friends. But how could he like her? I didn’t like A.J. that way, I was just shocked. Molly was too, I don’t know, not his type.
“Let me guess, you want me to ask her out for you?”
“YES!” I smiled and reached for the brown marker. We were coloring in a picture of someone who was supposed to be ourselves. I made it had longer hair.
“It looks like armpit hair!”