Story of a Rock

CHAPTER 1

Dorko451990: It was so horrible! I have never been more humiliated. I just kind of tried to act normal about it but I bet I was blushing maroon I was so embarrassed.

SbaBbaBasbaJock1990: it could not have ben that bad!!! You alwase exaggerate everything!!! And by the way not parentals or teachers are watching you don’t have to spel check what you are righting to me. Ok?

Dorko451990: You never know. They could be. Maybe I’m just practicing for when I’m grown up. And it was exactly how I said it was. I bet he was going to laugh at me if I wouldn’t have given him a lame excuse and slipped away.

SbaBbaBasbaJock1990: there u go again whuts wrong with you??? You always make yourself look like an f ing retard.

Dorko451990: Well that’s easy for you to say you look like a super model. How’s your boy-toy any way?

SbaBbaBasbaJock1990: Hes not my boy toy!!! Im not even going out with him yet!!!

Dorko451990: You might as well be! When he finds out you like him… He’ll be all over you! Well I got to go. I will talk to you later. Good luck with your boy toy, bye!

SbaBbaBasbaJock1990: When I talk to you later you are going to tell me who you like now since what happened today. Ttyl bye

It figures that she can already tell I’m over this guy that I was embarrassed in front of. Well actually I didn’t really have anything to be over with because I never really liked that guy. Now you are probably wondering why I feigned to be madly in love with this guy. Well its because I happen to be in love with Chris and Chris just happens to be Sarah’s boy-toy. Yep, big mistake! A warning to you don’t fall in love with your best friend’s life long crush, especially when your best friend is a talented person who looks like a super model. Don’t worry! I’m not going to tell her or Chris. Why would I? He’s in love with her. Her with her long, shiny auburn hair, and chestnut eyes was a natural beauty. She also has about the most thin and shapely body. She could be a super model! I am no competition for Sarah; I have blonde hair, blue eyes, and freckles. A shit load of freckles! Now I bet you’re thinking. Now come on main character, don’t you think you’re being way too hard on yourself maybe he loves you? He told me! You wouldn’t believe how that went.

I was sitting down in my bedroom, reading a romance novel (hey if you can’t be loved yourself, be loved as a character in a book right?) And my mom said I had a visitor. I asked who it was and she said it was Chris. And before you think that we were going out or something, back then we used to be as good as friends as Sarah and I are. Now I can’t be as good as friends with him. I kind of avoid him, actually. Whenever I’m by him now all he talks about is Sarah and that’s no picnic for me. Well anyway he knocks, and I fix my hair, because My feelings for this guy were not born lately, nope I knew that I loved him since the first day I met the guy.

“Yeah come in Chris, but only for a second I’m kind of busy.” I say making it sound like I don’t want to see him at all.

“Okay.” He says, and I realize he doesn’t care at all that I don’t want to see him.

“What has brought you by to take up my precious time?” I say calmly without emotion.

“I just came by to say hi to you and see how you are.” He said not very convincingly.

“Well isn’t that the biggest crock of bull I’ve ever heard, just cut to the chase so I can get back to my ‘alone’ time.” I say.

“I love this person that I’ve known for a long time. But she doesn’t know that I love her. She’s the most beautiful and kind person in the world.” He whispers softly.

“So let me guess…Sarah?” I inquire. Hope from deep down says ITS YOU ITS YOU ITS YOU. The sensible part within me is saying ITS SARAH ITS SARAH ITS SARAH.

“Yeah, I guess I haven’t been that great at hiding it.” He says with worry.

“Quite the contrary, but I can always tell who someone fancies, sorry. Don’t worry I didn’t tell any one.” I say with what I hopes sounds like no emotion because I could feel my heart breaking and my soul darkening.

“Well I’m glad you know without everyone else knowing!” he said, sounding relieved.

“I don’t know, maybe.” He says.

“Is that all?” I ask, wanting some alone time. I knew that he liked her but wow.

“Can I stay for a while? To talk?” He asks sounding sad.

“Are you worried she doesn’t like you or something? Are you blind? Go home and call her okay? I would like to have me to myself for a while please!” I exclaim. I can feel my anger bubbling up.

“Okay, okay. Bye.” He looks at me as if to say well I’m going now and you aren’t crying at my departure. I meet his gazes as if to say aren’t you supposed to be going?

I go back to reading and he leaves. The second he leaves, the tears fall and fall and fall. From then on there I couldn’t stand being around them. I savored the time I had myself, which was mostly painless. Chris, the retard, didn’t call her when he got home, or right now they’d be sucking face.

Well anyway the point of that was just to let you know that the hope has been sucked out of me… with good reason of course. So I would never say anything about my feelings even if I were selfish enough to leave my best friend lonely and fatally betray her. And don’t worry I’m not one of those friends who would connive and plot to make it impossible for them to go out. I’m not like that.

Its bad enough I have to be a rock and just sit there while they gaze at each other longingly and pine for each other when they aren’t by each other and call me and tell me how much they love each other, I not only have to withstand this torture, but I have to do it with a smile. If I act mad or annoyed I think they would catch on to my feelings or I would hurt theirs. I might not be happy with the situation but I still will always want both of them to be happy with me. So I think that maybe if I slip off for a “vacation” or something I won’t have to take any more shit from them. Or I could tell one of them about the other’s feelings and they could start telling each other about their feelings instead of telling me. It’s torture. Yep that’s what I’m going to do.

Ring. My personal phone line is ringing wonder which one it is, Chris or Sarah. Let’s find out. I pick up the receiver and it is Chris with one of his stories about something that happened between the two of them. I listen with an occasional wow or nice or um hum. When he pauses I finally plunge the knife.

“Hey if you don’t tell her right now that you love her, I’m going to do it myself. I’m not trying to hurt your feelings, but you are driving me insane. Sarah this Sarah that, why don’t you go jump her bones or marry her but please stop telling me so much about it. Okay?” I say not so calmly.

“What’s up your ass?” He says.

“Sorry to state the obvious but she likes you too and you have waited a month to tell her. She loves you too so go tell her, if you want I’ll do it for you.”

“Would you please?” he pleaded.

“I said I would, just please stop telling me how much you love her and tell her after this. Come over and you can listen on the phone.”

“Okay” he says nervously.

“Stop worrying and get over here.” I yell and hang up.

He was over in 5 minutes. I dialed Sarah’s number and told Chris to lean in close so he could hear me.

Ring, ring.

“Hey, it’s me!”

“Hey what’s up?”

“I got some news for you.”

“What is it?”

“Chris just came over and told me something you won’t believe.”

“Oh my god! I love him so much, what did he say?”

“Well actually he’s been telling me this about everyday and I can’t stand it any longer.” I gaze into his beautiful brown eyes and he urges me to go on.

“He loves you as much as you love him!” I say feigning excitement.

“Shut up. Are you serious?”

“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” I say. I shove the phone in Chris’s hand and leave the room. Don’t worry it was very calm without emotion. I was in the rec. room and about ten minutes later he came in and hugged me. It was an intense hug filled with nothing more than gratitude. He said thank you in my ear and I ended the embrace.

“No problem.” I said with a smile.

“Well are you going to go see her now or what?” I said shoving him towards the door.

“If I didn’t know any better you’re trying to get rid of me!”

“Oh Einstein! Bye Chris, say hi to Sarah for me.”

I feel like I just got a ton of bricks off of my shoulder. It’s over. I don’t have to listen to them any more about it. On the other hand they probably are making out right now, and later they’ll get married, just as long as I don’t hear about it, I’m content. Now maybe someone will love me and I can forget all about them. Uh oh wait a minute are they going to French in front of me. I don’t wan to see that. Maybe I should just hang out with one of them at a time… no than they’ll just talk about how great their relationship is. I just need to leave. Maybe I’ll just start going to a different school… no then they’ll just call all of the time. Damn. I’m screwed. Literally fucked. What am I going to do? Just watch them smooch and make marriage plans? Maybe I’ll just, you know avoid them all of the time and, umm… unplug my phone. There you go! I’ll tell them my mom disconnected my phone. I hate lying but what else am I going to do?

“Honey! Could you come down here for a second?”

“Coming.” I say

When I went down stairs, Mom was standing in the kitchen leaning on the counter with a remorseful look on her face. “What’s wrong Mom?” I question her.

“You know that promotion that your father and I have been waiting for forever?” My mom treaded nervously on what she thought was dangerous ground.

“Sales Executive in his Department? So what? What’s the deal mom? Spill!” I knew exactly what she was going to tell me and bless my mother; I wasn’t as surprised or scared as I was pretending. She was going to tell me that he got the promotion but would have to be transferred…probably somewhere in California. Let’s see.

“Well Honey… he got the promotion/job, but he has to transfer to San Francisco.” She looked up at me as if I were going to keel over and die.

I gave her a grim look. “So when do we leave?” I asked solemnly. “I’m not going to keel over so will you stop giving me that look. I’m okay with this. I love you and Dad and wherever you go I will follow.” I gave her a sad smile.

“Well I’m glad you are taking this so well. We’re not leaving for a month… So you have enough time to say goodbye to Chris and Sarah! I know how much they mean to you.” She sounded proud and important for remembering not to move out right away so that I could say goodbye to my AWESOME friends who probably are swapping spit right now.

“Thanks for being so thoughtful Mom. I’m going to go pack some little things. Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”

“Wait, Honey! Aren’t you a little bit disappointed that we’re leaving your friends?” She asked looking at me as if to crack my secret.

“Well, Duh Mom they’re the best friends ever, but I really don’t think that I’ll die without them… and I’m pretty sure there are ways to communicate these days long distance. Sarah and Chris will be fine Mom. REALLY!” I say with a supremely confident smile.

“What about Chris?” Mom asked.

“What about him Mom?”

“Well I always thought that you know you and him would get together when you both got old enough to date.”

“Mom are you feeling o.k. That’s so ridiculous!” I said, incredulously.

“He’s really cute now, you know? I thought he would be the first young man you would crush on!” Mom said, wisely.

Yep and yep, he was the first. Oh well.

I went upstairs and pondered how I was going to tell the two young lovers that I was leaving. Maybe they’ll have sex in front of me as my going away present. I realized something though as I was packing away my pictures of them. No matter how large my indifference was I would miss both of them horribly. I had a chance at a new start though and after I got through all of the stupid goodbyes, I would be able to make a new start and pick a better, more available crush.