There was the door bell. It was at least two in the afternoon. I was a little sad about Nick. Okay, a lot sad about Nick. I trudged down stairs and answered the door. It was Allison.
“Hi,” I said. She had never really had spoken to me. It was a bit awkward.
“Hey, can we talk?” she asked. Was she going to be like Miley? I sure hoped not.
“Yeah, sure!” I said.
“Well, it’s about Nick,” she said as she shifted uncomfortably.
“He’s been really depressed lately,” she said. He actually still liked me?
“Really?” I asked. I was really surprised.
“Yeah, your all he talks or thinks about. He can’t think strait. He can’t even take a scene for Camp Rock without getting all emotional. He’s actually been crying!” she said. My jaw dropped. He was crying. Over me? I was more special than I thought.
“So can you guys make up?” asked Allison. I nodded.
“To tell the truth I thought he was into you,” I said. Allison shook her head.
“He’s so cute!” she said. Oh no! “But he’s all yours!” I really liked Allison.