JoeDangit
November 2nd, 2014, 10:08 PM
Alright, i'm pretty new at this. So bear with me. This biography begins back in like 2003 or 2004. There I was, on the playground with legos that I smuggled into school. Keep in mind, I was like way out in the playground boonies, where no other brave kindergartner would ever venture. While i'm playing House, a young girl (Let's call her B.) comes towards me and asks if she can play too. Me, being antisocial at that point, give a big ol' NOPE. She goes away with tears in her eyes, and I continue playing.
That night, on the car ride home, I told my mom what happened, and she probably gave me the first chew-out that I have ever had in my life. Bang, I instantly feel guilty. Next day, I seek B out on the playground, and ask if she wants to play with me. I even brought all the pink ones. There, a friendship forms, and we're lego buddies. Fast forward a couple of weeks, both of our parents come in for Parent-Teacher-Student Day. (Legit, that's what it's called.) And they see us playing together, ignoring everything else in the world. Our parents hit it off, and they become like best friends.
Everything sounds good right? Well it actually is going pretty good. Me and B were like serious best buddies, and we were each other's dates to the 8th Grade Dance (As friends, as she put it.) Meh. Didn't bother me at the time. But, let's skip to freshmen year.
Freshmen year, as i'm jogging out in the dark as part of Football conditioning, it hits me. I'm totally in love with this girl, that I've spent most of my life being best friends with. I'm totally and utterly screwed. I told everything to this girl. I knew her better than I knew myself, and I like to assume that was mutual. I go to my other close friend, asking her for advice. She says for me to "go for it before the opportunity disappears". I ask her out on a FULL-FLEDGED DATE to one of our school dances. She says yes. I'm elated. Best night of my life. I purchase a couples ticket, get my suit, bowtie, corsage, and everything. But on the night of the dance, I get a text: "Not feeling well. I'm sorry but I don't think I can go. :(" I offer to go and take care of her for the night, but she declines. I'm a little disappointed, but i'm so love-drunk that I couldn't care less. I take off my suit jacket, sit down on my gaming chair, and play on my PS3 until like midnight when I get a text from a friend who went to the dance: "Hey, why didn't you go to the dance?" I text back that B was feeling sick and didn't want to go. Friend texts back: "But, B was here at the dance..?" HOLD UP. WHAT?
I check Facebook and Instagram, and yes, the pictures showed her having fun at the dance. I'm utterly devastated. I knew that our friendship was in tatters that I couldn't stitch together. I decided that night that if I forgot about my feelings, everything would turn out ok.
I totally ignore her for the rest of the year, aside from the "hellos" and the "how are yous". I can tell that I hurt her feelings with my attitude, and it broke my heart to walk away from her, but I figured it was the correct thing to do.
Fast forward a couple of months to the present (Sophomore year). Our schedules are the exact same despite a few conflicts. We actually sit next to each other in some of our classes. Our relationship improves, as we start talking. It's just like back in Freshmen year before the mess happened. Finally, one chemistry assignment makes us work together, and we decide to go to her house to work on it. It's late. Almost 1 AM. Her parents (who didn't know of the entire fiasco by the way, as she didn't tell them) trust me and go to sleep. While i'm sitting there working, she's 99% about to pass out, but somehow still has a conscious mind. This is what she says.
B: "Hey.. Joe?"
Me: "Hm..?" *Cue look up from paper*
B: "I'm.. i'm sorry."
Me: "For what?"
B: "For treating you the way I did. I really like you. Like like you. I always have."
She then passes out and falls asleep at the desk on her laptop. I'm just sitting there. She liked me this entire time, after i've treated her like utter crap for the past few months. So now I just need advice on what to do at this point.
That night, on the car ride home, I told my mom what happened, and she probably gave me the first chew-out that I have ever had in my life. Bang, I instantly feel guilty. Next day, I seek B out on the playground, and ask if she wants to play with me. I even brought all the pink ones. There, a friendship forms, and we're lego buddies. Fast forward a couple of weeks, both of our parents come in for Parent-Teacher-Student Day. (Legit, that's what it's called.) And they see us playing together, ignoring everything else in the world. Our parents hit it off, and they become like best friends.
Everything sounds good right? Well it actually is going pretty good. Me and B were like serious best buddies, and we were each other's dates to the 8th Grade Dance (As friends, as she put it.) Meh. Didn't bother me at the time. But, let's skip to freshmen year.
Freshmen year, as i'm jogging out in the dark as part of Football conditioning, it hits me. I'm totally in love with this girl, that I've spent most of my life being best friends with. I'm totally and utterly screwed. I told everything to this girl. I knew her better than I knew myself, and I like to assume that was mutual. I go to my other close friend, asking her for advice. She says for me to "go for it before the opportunity disappears". I ask her out on a FULL-FLEDGED DATE to one of our school dances. She says yes. I'm elated. Best night of my life. I purchase a couples ticket, get my suit, bowtie, corsage, and everything. But on the night of the dance, I get a text: "Not feeling well. I'm sorry but I don't think I can go. :(" I offer to go and take care of her for the night, but she declines. I'm a little disappointed, but i'm so love-drunk that I couldn't care less. I take off my suit jacket, sit down on my gaming chair, and play on my PS3 until like midnight when I get a text from a friend who went to the dance: "Hey, why didn't you go to the dance?" I text back that B was feeling sick and didn't want to go. Friend texts back: "But, B was here at the dance..?" HOLD UP. WHAT?
I check Facebook and Instagram, and yes, the pictures showed her having fun at the dance. I'm utterly devastated. I knew that our friendship was in tatters that I couldn't stitch together. I decided that night that if I forgot about my feelings, everything would turn out ok.
I totally ignore her for the rest of the year, aside from the "hellos" and the "how are yous". I can tell that I hurt her feelings with my attitude, and it broke my heart to walk away from her, but I figured it was the correct thing to do.
Fast forward a couple of months to the present (Sophomore year). Our schedules are the exact same despite a few conflicts. We actually sit next to each other in some of our classes. Our relationship improves, as we start talking. It's just like back in Freshmen year before the mess happened. Finally, one chemistry assignment makes us work together, and we decide to go to her house to work on it. It's late. Almost 1 AM. Her parents (who didn't know of the entire fiasco by the way, as she didn't tell them) trust me and go to sleep. While i'm sitting there working, she's 99% about to pass out, but somehow still has a conscious mind. This is what she says.
B: "Hey.. Joe?"
Me: "Hm..?" *Cue look up from paper*
B: "I'm.. i'm sorry."
Me: "For what?"
B: "For treating you the way I did. I really like you. Like like you. I always have."
She then passes out and falls asleep at the desk on her laptop. I'm just sitting there. She liked me this entire time, after i've treated her like utter crap for the past few months. So now I just need advice on what to do at this point.