In Love With My Best Friend

In Love With My Best Friend

A Story by Yari Garcia (Older Profile)

In Love With My Best Friend

    I’m sitting in the bus next to my best friend, Gerard, and my palms are sweating.  I’ve known him for two years, and he’s my best friend in the whole world.  I’m usually relaxed around him, and I love goofing off with him.  Today is different, though.  You see, I’ve had a huge crush on Gerard for months now.  To be honest, I’m in love with him.  Head over heels.  I’m extra nervous today because I’ve decided I need to tell him.

    I know what you’re thinking: bad idea! This never works! But if you’ve ever been in my situation, you know how complicated this can be.  He comes to me for advice about everything.  And I mean everything.  I have to hear him talk about the girls he likes.  Girls which, by the way, I think are completely wrong for him!  I just can’t take it anymore.  

    I’ve picked today because we’re on a field trip with our art class, so we’ll get a little more privacy during lunch (as opposed to the crowded school cafeteria).  That’s when I’ll let him know my feelings.

    Gerard stares out the window as the bus drives down the interstate.  He’s wearing a loose fitting knitted cap, a faded Nirvana t-shirt, and brand new jeans.  He catches me checking him out.

    “I know, they’re too perfect.  But I can’t bring myself to buy jeans with holes already in them”, he says to me.  I laugh. He has a point.

    As the bus pulls up to the art museum, Gerard realizes I’m being a lot more quiet than usual.  He asks me if I’m okay.

    “Yeah”, I try to sound casual.  Our teacher gets up and quickly starts herding us out of the door before I can say another word. 

    We all walk up the stairs to the museum as a group, but Gerard and I quickly separate from the rest as soon as we cross the double doors.  He is such an art geek that he is stoked to see an original work by Van Gogh.  We bob and weave through the crowd, trying not to kill any priceless artworks.  As we pass by a Greek statue, he says it kind of looks like me.  I blush.  The statue was beautiful.

    We finally find a large room with various paintings, and at the end, we see a large Van Gogh.  We’re crammed in the room, waiting for everyone to take their long looks and pictures.  My elbow is pressed against Gerard’s, and that’s the only part of my body I can feel.  I start to get nervous all over again. 

    A few minutes pass and we are in front of the beautiful masterpiece.  Gerard starts pointing out little tidbits about the painting, but I can barely understand what he’s saying.  My head’s in a fog.  All I can think about is how he’s going to react when I tell him my secret…

    “The guy was a genius”, he says, still admiring the painting.  “He made nine hundred paintings in just ten years.”

    I glance at my watch as Gerard takes some photos of the painting with his iPhone.  It’s too early for lunch, but I can’t take it anymore.  I convince him to come have a pretzel with me outside.  We shimmy our way out of the room and out of the museum again.  We see a vendor, grab a couple of cokes and pretzels, and sit down on the stairs in front of the building.

    I could not think of a better, more romantic scenario.  The sun shines brightly on our faces, warming us up on the cold September day.  People walk by dreamily and without hurry.  We have a wonderful water fountain in view.  It's my moment.  I try to start the subject casually.

    “So, how’s the dating scene?”  I instantly regret the question.  It was meant to sound casual, but it immediately sounded stupid and cliché to me.  Gerard didn’t seem to notice.

    “It’s okay, I guess”, he says, “There’s this new girl in homeroom I’ve been talking to. She’s so hot.  She’s from Alabama, so she’s got that southern twang, you know?”

    My heart sinks.  Gerard was crushing on another girl again.  He’s such an infatuation junkie! 

    “I think I might ask her out”, he says, breaking my heart even further.  I sigh.  If only he were gay.

    “So, is there anyone you got your eye on, man?” He asks me. 
 
    I could tell him, but I’m not going to.  Gerard is my very best friend, has been for years, and he’s obviously straight.  Maybe all we’re meant to be is best friends, and the right guy is still out there for me.

    “Mike?” He asks me as I fail to respond.

    “Oh,”, I reply, “I like someone, but they’re not interested.  It’s okay, though.  I’m still just waiting for the perfect person.”


(Thank you for reading!)
Yari

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What a beautiful story. I love it. Heartache like crazy, but these kinds of things usually work themselves out in some way. I was never told I was someone's crush, that they thought about me constantly, loved me, drew pictures of me, fantasized about me, and/or was very important to them in some way........... until I was old enough that all those "circle of friends" I had that all knew each other, were split up and moved on from High school cliques to jobs and college!! Seriously, THIS is why it is such a beautiful story to tell. I LOVE it. I will read this story many many times until my last day on here becaaaause I never had the opportunity that this Gerard almost had. Everything I just wrote in this comment box, I don't think I've ever mentioned before. Anyone on my friend list will easily say how much I like to write and talk, but this story touched me. Nice job. A sincere thanks to you sharing this for me to come across your face and catch this poem when I needed it most!! I've been subscribed to you since I joined back in November, I think since the first day, and you are a constant read. xoxox -Your Mark

Posted 7 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Yari Garcia (Older Profile)

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much for taking the time to read, review, and share your own story (-: I'm quite flatt.. read more



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I like a good yaoi story. Nice work so far. I felt the longing from the protagonist and his pain at having to put on a brave face when the one you love clueless tells you they have the hots for someone else.

Posted 4 Years Ago


It's absolutely perfect in every way.

Posted 4 Years Ago


I thought it was very sweet and human short story and you also managed to develop the characters to get some sense of their identities in a short story and the usual short story twist.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

aiigahhyaahhaaa! Poor Mike! So much feeling, so personable, I love this! Just gonna break my heart, why don't you?? Gerard needs to bend the other way and quit being such a straightass! oh my god!! this is gorgeous! I can't even! XD ~em

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What a beautiful story. I love it. Heartache like crazy, but these kinds of things usually work themselves out in some way. I was never told I was someone's crush, that they thought about me constantly, loved me, drew pictures of me, fantasized about me, and/or was very important to them in some way........... until I was old enough that all those "circle of friends" I had that all knew each other, were split up and moved on from High school cliques to jobs and college!! Seriously, THIS is why it is such a beautiful story to tell. I LOVE it. I will read this story many many times until my last day on here becaaaause I never had the opportunity that this Gerard almost had. Everything I just wrote in this comment box, I don't think I've ever mentioned before. Anyone on my friend list will easily say how much I like to write and talk, but this story touched me. Nice job. A sincere thanks to you sharing this for me to come across your face and catch this poem when I needed it most!! I've been subscribed to you since I joined back in November, I think since the first day, and you are a constant read. xoxox -Your Mark

Posted 7 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Yari Garcia (Older Profile)

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much for taking the time to read, review, and share your own story (-: I'm quite flatt.. read more
This story is adorable. (: It reminds me of past experinces...but if you hold tight and stay sane then all should turn out well. (:

Posted 7 Years Ago


welll i knwo my opinion is late but yeah wait for the right guy this year i noticed i liked this guy since las year i just dont want him to know that because he expects the perfect girlfriend so he picked his bestfriend an then my friend like this guy he turned out ot be ga it really broke his heart so what im getting at is that led him find you not you find him eventually its a amll worls so is he really is for you ten you two are meant to be :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


great twist

Posted 8 Years Ago


It's great. You give your characters such strong emotions that you have me hooked from the first word! I can't see grammar or spelling mistakes anywhere.
This truly is an amazing story, yet it has been done before. My only constructive criticism would be that maybe you should try a love story that hasn't been done before. A hard task, but i think your the right person for it! Keep it up!

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Tags: romance, teen romance, short romance, love, teen love, gay, lesbian, gay romance, lesbian romance, heterosexual, heterosexual romance, art, art story, art short story, Van Gogh

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