This is the true story of me and a girl
I knew her because her mother was friends with my mum. I was enjoying going over there at first. My sister had Shannon's little sister to play with and I had Shannon to talk to. We became good friends: we talked alot, I made her laugh, she made me laugh. It was the perfect friendship.
Let truth be told, I had developed a crush on her. She's sweet, beautiful, and sometimes I think she's the only one who truly understands me. She came over to my house to sleep for the first time, and she was sleeping on my sofa-bed. Everything was fine at first. We spent a day at my house and I didn't admit my feelings to her. The next day my mum and my sister went shopping. We were alone. That's when the trouble started.
She was helping me with my spanish homework, and I completed it, with her help. We laid on my bed. We were silent for five minutes and nothing really happened; maybe she was pondering what she should do. After that five minutes I had with with no talking she slowly put her legs through mine. Fine with me, I thought. Then we started stroking each other, but nothing really happened, nothing sexual.
I thought she wanted to go out with me, and I offered to help take her stuff back, alone. We were silent, again. The whole time I kept thinking, This is so unlike me, this silence; I was usually loud and loved to talk to girls. We were silent all the time walking to her house, but I at least managed to get her number at her doorstep, at least I could text her.
When I got home I texted her: 'So, are we going out?' She texted back: 'I don't know, should we?' I then said 'Yes.' I was so happy! We were together!
Later at school I found out the truth: she was going out with another lad. She cheated on me, she lied to me. What was all that in my bedroom then? I was angry. I wanted revenge. At home I told my mum of our bedroom encounter. I didn't want to say exactly what we did. So I instead said 'rude stuff.' Obviously she got the wrong end of the stick and thought we did a lot more than that. Not have sex, but something close. She told Shannon's mum and there, we never talked again after that.
Except about a month ago, I decided to walk home instead of catching my bus. It was a starry night and I stopped at the start of Shannon's street. I shook my head, but walked forward and knocked on the door. She answered and I asked if we were friends again. We made up. We were friends once again! But not for long. After about a week or so she started winding me up, but her best friend, who winds her up, said she fancies me still.
But that's it, I give up. I give up on Shannon.
After that I've never felt the same with a crush again. It's never felt as right as me and Shannon.
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Please review, also any advice on my dilema would be appreciated. I really want to know Shannon again, but it feels like everytime I try to heal something between us, it just breaks. I really do hope any of you would have any advice, but do I really want to be friends with Shannon again? I don't know.
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