heather

new character. (?!)

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I need new jeans, so Mike takes me to the mall on his bike. The tops of my shoulders and the brudge of my nose are sunburnt and the sky is cloudless and hot, but the breeze is cool. I hold onto Mike and am secretly grateful for the excuse to be close to someone.

Mike's a good kid, and I wonder why more of his girlfriends don't hate me. We did date once, back at the beginning of high school, when I was a sophophore and Mike a freshman. The passion ran out after a few months, but here I find myself, four years later, and he's still my best friend. There's something comforting in being able to be friends with someone and know that the sexual tension's already been taken care of years ago.