I can’t believe it.

He invited me to a sleep over.

This is insane.

We stayed in his room a lot.

He asks about me.

Who are your other friends?

He asks.

I don’t have any,

I respond quietly.

Yes you do,

He smiles.

I am very confused now.

What is he talking about?

I’m your friend,

He told me.

What

The

Heck.

He wants to be my

FRIEND?

Someone wants to be

MY

FRIEND?

Liar,

I frown.

He shakes his head and insists.

After a minute, I sigh and ask,

Why would you want to be my friend?

Pity?

He looked at me confused.

Why would I want to be a friend out of pity?

I didn’t know you until the second day.

That’s why.

What?

I furrow my brows in confusion.

He pushes them back up.

Don’t frown,

I don’t like it when you’re serious.

I’ve never been serious.

I say.

You just were,

And I didn’t like it.

He laughs.

You’re not a friend,

I mumble, still not ready to move on.

I know,

I look at him, now thoroughly confused.

I’m your best friend.

I roll my eyes and smile slightly,

But inside,

I’m hurting again.

Just best friends.

That’s why I didn’t want to be friends in the first place.