Falling for Friendzone

I got home and took the worlds longest shower. I couldn't stop replaying the events that had happened over and over in my head.

Hug. Kiss. Hug. Repeat.

That's the only thing making its way through my mind. I had a feeling that I was overreacting, but then I remembered that Lane didn't pull away after the first hug, and then let her kiss him and hug again. Every time I thought of that, my anger would increase and I would subconsciously clentch my fists.

I finally got out of the shower and slipped on a pair of sweatpants and a cutoff shirt to sleep in. I sat on my bed and decided to check my snap chat stories. I noticed that there was one from my old friend that moved away. I was eager to see it because we had only recently found each other on social media and I was eager to get caught up on his life again. I pressed on it and it was just a black out screen with the words, 'Goodbye Chicago, I'm moving back home!' My jaw dropped and I called him right away.

"Calvin!" I shouted.

"Ellie!" He laughed back.

"You're moving back here! When? Why didn't you tell me sooner!" I yelled at my old friend.

"I'm sorry, I've just been really busy! But get this, I'm coming back New Years Eve!" He told me and I squealed. "We're staying here for Christmas."

"I can't believe this!" I started jumping up and down. I was so excited, I had completely forgotten about everything that had happened tonight.

"I haven't seen you in forever!" He said and I nodded, but then remembered he couldn't see me.

"Oh, I know! But you were my first real friend, there's no way the universe could keep us apart!" I fake exaggerated and he laughed.

Calvin was my first friend, since the very first day of kindergarten. I was that kid that was excited to start school and was outgoing and loud, while he was the kid that sat in the corner of the room, scared to leave his mom. So being the friendly girl I am, I walked up to him and asked him if he would sit by me. He paused, but eventually nodded and left the comfort of his mother to come with me.

We were friends since that day on and did everything together. That is, until the summer before second grade. It was the last day of school, and he told me he had to move to Chicago due to his parent's jobs. I cried and cried, and it was then that I realized how much I needed him, and I wasn't as independent as I thought. That summer though, that's when i met Lane, and things started looking up. This was amazing! I get to see him again!

"And you were mine! So I saw that you're really into sports, yeah?" He asked.

"Yup! And I saw that you are too?" He muttered a yup. Good to know we both do our fair share of stalking online.

"I'd love to catch up, but I have to go." He said sadly. "Keep in touch with me though, I want to hang out the day I get back!" I laughed and promised I would. We said our goodbyes and hung up.

I flopped back on my mattress and rubbed the soft duvet of my bed and smiled. I was getting a friend back.

I sat in deep thought, then suddenly ran downstairs to an old tote we kept in a basement closet. I tore the lid off and leaned it against the wall with a thud. I rooted through all of the pictures my mom kept, the more recent ones being on top so it took a while to find the one I was after. Eventually, I found it. I held the photo up to the light and grinned.

It was a picture of me and Cal on the first day of school. He gave the camera a shy little smile, while I on the other hand, gave it a big toothy grin. I laughed and took a picture of the picture. I logged on to my Instagram and uploaded it online. The caption read: