The
Girl
She's
at her best friends
house
huddled in a little
ball on her friends bed
trying to hold herself together
but epicly failing
the tears run down her face
as her best friend rubs her
back
there is
no TV on, no movie playing
she's got her iPod crushed
against her chest, the
headphones in her ears, trying to blast out
her thoughts
but she can still think, still remember
she sees the whole
scene play out again in her
head
his shaggy brown hair laying perfectly across his forehead,
over those beautiful baby
blues
she hears his voice say
those
words
the ones
every girl
dreads;
"I think it'd be better if we were just friends"
just friends
she's wondering if he's regreting what he said
The
Guy
He's laying on his bed
covers completely messed
up
tossing his basketball up
in the air
not in the mood to actually go
out and
shoot
his
phone is laying on his
chest
he's focusing on the rythme
of the ball
up, down, catch, repeat
but he can't
completely concentrate
theres still that memory in his head
the look on
her face when he
told her, just
friends
'what were you doing?' he thinks to himself
he closes his eyes and sees her
staring back at him
her chocolate brown eyes trying to hide the pain
any other guy wouldn't give her a
second look
but he knows better, her acting skills are just that
good
her brown hair flows down her shoulders, she lowers her head,
covering her face
"Ok, friends,"
she says.
'Why? Why did you do it? You loved her.'
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