I have poison ivy in my back yard.
And I just recently found out,
I'm the only one in my family allergic to it.
It's not fun, so I wrote this story itching and scratching.
But I do kind of like the outcome.

note: the people a person supposedly loves most are often the most trying

It was my birthday, supposedly the best day of the year. For most.

There was a party downstairs in my honor, everyone I cared about invited. There was a chocolate cake just calling for me, several close friends waiting to give me a hug, a pool providing it's cool water as a reprieve from the insufferable heat. But I wasn't there.

I was in my room, radio turned on as loud as possible to drown out the milling of people else where, my stuffed bear from him tucked carefully in my arm. Yes, he was here too, but he was with her. He was my best, still is, as far as I know of. We knew everything about eachother there was to know, we were always there for each other. I knew every chapter in his life, from when I met him and he was in a depression from his parents divorce to know, when he was pushing open my door to sit beside me on my bed, waiting for me to speak.

He knew everything about me, every chapter of my life, from when he met me and I was a bratty know-it-all, to know, where I'm a big enough no body to not even attend my own party.

Except he missed the chapter when I fell in love with him.

I threw my teddy bear at his head, turning to curl into my bed. I hate how he cared, even when he was with her.

He caught my bear, setting it against my head board and twisting my body to face him. I hate how he wouldn't leave me alone.

"Go away," I said softly, my voice muffled in my pillow. He still heard me.

"What's wrong?" He asked, running his hand through his messy chocolate brown hair, his green eyes voicing concern.

"Nothing."

"How stupid do you take me for?" I hated how he knew I wanted him to stay.

"Go back to the party."

"Why aren't you there?"

"My most important reason to be there is gone."

It had taken me weeks to get the strength to ask him to take me to my own party, to get up the strength. Too late, he was already taking his neighbor, the girl who'd harboured a crush on him for years.

"And what reason is that?"

"Go away."

He shuffled off the bed and turned off my radio, the silence ringing in my ears.

"Sit up, talk to me." I hate how I always listen to him.

I pulled myself up, curling in my blankets, "What do you want?"

"Why won't you go to your own party?"

"I don't want to, I already told you. Why don't you go back?"

"It's not fun."

"What about your date?" I hate how he knew exactly what I feared.

"She'll have to manage without me."

"And why is that?"

"Because I'm spending the day with my best friend." I hate how my spirits fell at his words. Best friend, nothing more.

I reclaimed my teddy bear, walking to sit beside him on the floor, acting as if nothing was wrong. I hate how he knew something more was wrong.

He slung his arm around my shoulder, "Trinity, can I tell you something?"

I shrugged my shoulders, indifferent. I hate how he knew otherwise.

"I think I may be falling in love with you."

I froze, counting the ruffles in my shirt. I hate how he affected me.

He was still talking, his eyes wide and he was pulling at my rug, his nervous habit, "...if you don't. I mean, I don't know why I said that, it was stupid. Not that it would be a bad idea, you're great, it's just, I mean..."

"Shhh," I looked up, taking his hand softly away from the carpet. I hate the feeling he gave me in my stomach; like I was falling down an endless hole. "Can I tell you something?"

He nodded slowly, doubt on his face.

I leaned into him, his arm still around my shoulders, hugging me to him, "I think I may be falling in love with you."

A smile slowly spread across his face, mimicked on mine. I hate how I can't hate him, no matter what.

I kissed him softly, my arms wrapping around his neck as he responded, cradling my head.

It was my birthday, supposedly the best day of the year. The best day of my life.