Claire’s Point of View

"Bryan, I love you." I repeated over and over on my way home.

I was going to tell him, I finally decided to. But I was still anxious.

What am I to do if his answer is no? Would we still be friends? What is he starts ignoring me? If we broke up, are things going to revert to our old lives?

My mind was in such a jumble. I had to forget about it. An ambulance sped by. I stopped by the grocery store to buy fruit. I was longing for guava.

After I purchased the fruit, I walked down 23rd Avenue. My cell phone started to ring-it was my mother.

“What’s up Mom?”

“Claire, is that you? I have something to tell you, Bryan was...”

I dropped my phone. Bryan had been hit by a car and was in the hospital.

Bryan’s Point of View

I woke up in a hospital bed. I was in a daze and my memory was being stubborn about revealing the incident. Only that I had been run over and something about Claire. I bolted out of bed.

Claire! My gift, where was it?

“Get back to bed!” yelled the nurse.

I obeyed. She looked very cross.

“Your parents are on their way. Nothing has seriously been damaged but the doctors thought it would be best if we pumped you full of anesthetic. If you don't start resting, I'll take your bedpan and strike you over the head with it!”

What is with this lady? Who would yell at a boy who had just been hit by a car?

I heard the door squeak open.

"Bryan!" Claire shrieked as she ran in.

“How are you? I was so worried about you; I didn't want to lose you. I just couldn’t live that way.”

There were tears running down her beautiful face.

“I...I...I thought” She was starting to hiccup and hyperventilate.

I sat up and took her hand.

"Its ok," I said softly, "All I could think about since I woke up was you. I love you.”

"I love you too.” Claire replied.

I shook my head and grinned. “No, not as a friend. I've been in love with you since I could remember. I’ve kept it secret all these year because I didn’t want to get hurt, till now."

Claire looked shocked.

Oops, maybe I shouldn’t have told her. Are the painkillers making me act like this?

“It’s nice to know that you are returning my feelings. If we both love each other this way, what will happen next? Will things stay the same or will they change?”

I smiled. “Why don’t we do a favor for ourselves and our friends? Let’s have a trial period of being a couple.”

She wiped away her tears. “Deal.”

Before anyone of you guys could start complaining about how cliche this is, stop. I worte this long ago, when I was in the 6th grade! You try doing better? I have editted this for typos repeatedly so if you see a mistake, it isn't my fault. This is the end of a rather SHORT STORY. If there is a sequel, it won't be happening any time soon! Please take your time to read my othre pieces. :)