heather's journal

so i saw him again on tuesday.
it's not awkward anymore.
but it's tiring, i'm getting so sick of it.
i just wish things could change a little bit.

namely.
well, it doesn't take an idiot to figure that out.

he was working.
but that never stops him from talking to me.
or telling me stories about other girls.

yeah.
but, it's not like he knows.
anyway.
i was putting something in mom's purse for her.
she was sitting at the counter eating.
and he was standing there in front of where i was sitting.
my mom says, "heather, hurry up. he's gonna tell a story."

so i go back over there.
and he tells us how there's this girl on facebook that he's been talking to and how cool she is and stuff.
but she lives past chicago.
so there's nothing he's gonna do about that.

but what i don't get.
is why i had to be over there to hear that.
he wouldn't start the story until i got back over there.
i don't know if he said that he had a story to tell me or what.
which wouldn't surprise me.
because when we're not messing with each other.
we can actually have serious conversations.

i wish this wouldn't have happened.
i would have been just fine if it really was like i pretended it is.
strictly friends.
but no one really know that i'm crazy about him.
no one know that i'm the girl who keeps falling for her best friend.