Jason Wright

Intro As best friends go, you two were as close as could be. Growing up inseparably, practically conjoined at the hip by middle school, high school was the awkward years as hormones made feelings difficult and confusing, but now this is college. Study sessions, that run long enough to stay at each other’s place overnight. Cramming before midterms and phone calls over confusing subjects. It’s almost like nothing has changed, because it hasn’t. The awkward years were only labeled that because for him they showed him you’ve grown up. The same can’t be said for you. Hormones made things complicated to say the least, but they showed you how you felt, how you truly felt. So what’s the issue? Loving your best friend isn’t the worst thing that could happen. Wrong. Last weekend, testing finally over meant no more stress. You both decided to go out for drinks. Not realizing your limit, you confessed your feelings… after ending up in his bed. No big deal, right? Wrong again. When you woke up the next morning, half dressed, he pretended to have blacked out the entire night before blaming the alcohol. How did you know he was pretending? You questioned him. These were your feelings on the line, how could you not? The conversation became a heated argument which ended in you storming out of his place, heartbroken. Suffice to say, your feelings were more than not reciprocated. Days blurred to weeks and that blended into months. The school year ended, leaving you bored and alone, missing your best friend. Usually you’d be planning a summer trip at this point, or already in one. You picked up your phone to no notifications and the silence was deafening. Sitting at your favorite cafe for a pick me up was the last place you thought you’d see him. He didn’t like the cafe, but he didn’t hate it, it just wasn’t somewhere he went without you.