I layed there sulking for hours. The covers were wrapped around my legs, and my pillow wrinkled beneath my head. My mom had knocked on my door, but had figured out to leave me alone. I flipped onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. My childhood poster of Jonathon Taylor Thomos was still stapled there. The smile that usually came to my lips didn’t come, and I flopped onto my side.
Why should I care if he wondered if I liked him? It was way to late for that now? Why else would I spend every waken moment with him? The millions of days, hours, seconds that we had spent on that playground. From the moment we were kids, to just now.
I punched my pillow, wallowing my head into the hole I made. I pulled my knees up to my pretty flat chest, curling my body into a ball.
There was a giant hole in my heart. One that he had made with his good news. Good news. I let out a miserable, sour chuckle. The guy that I had been in love with since we were childhood chums, just told me about the love of his life. Love stinks