Friend Zoned

Kylie and Liam have been best friends since pre-school. They’ve faced all challenges together, and high school was the biggest challenge yet. Kylie had become a socialite; became everyone’s best friend. Every girl wanted to be her, and every guy wanted to be her boyfriend. Liam had ended up on the other side of the school’s spectrum. He had very little friends that he could trust. What happens when one event affects their relationship as friends? Could it bloom into something more, or will their friendship stay the same?


7. Lost Forever?

Winter break was finally over and things were almost back to normal. As we sat down at our table for lunch, Louis came over and sat with us. Niall, Zayn, and I exchanged glances before looking at Louis. "Why are you over here? Shouldn't you be with your girlfriend?" Niall asked Louis.

Louis shrugged, "It wasn't working out." he said. I glanced over at the cheerleading table and Kylie was nowhere to be found. "I'll be right back." I said, getting up from the table. I went out to the back towards the football field and saw Kylie sitting on the stands.

I remember when she and Zayn had broken up; she came out here just to be alone. Also, we would come out here to hide away from everyone else. "Hey." I said, sitting down beside her. She looked at me and leaned against my shoulder as I wrapped an arm around her.

"I can't afford to be hurt anymore Liam." she said. I rubbed her arm, trying my best to comfort her. "How about we go and get some ice cream after school? It'll be my treat." I said. As she looked up at me with tears in her eyes. I reached out with my free hand and wiped the tears that rolled down her cheek away.

She nodded and I didn't pull my hand away from her cheek. I just sat there, looking at her while caressing it. The bell rang and I pulled my hand away, then stood up. She grabbed my arm, "Liam, stay." I looked at her, confused. "We can be late to Spanish. I just... I want you to stay for a while longer." she said.

I sat back down beside her as she leaned close to me, resting her head on my shoulder. I couldn't remember the last time we've ever been this close in a long time. "Brings back memories, doesn't it?" she asked, looking up at me.

I looked at her and smiled, "Yeah, it does."

After a few minutes of thinking about the good old days, we stood up and walked to Spanish class. "I heard you kissed Michaela." she said as we walked through the hallways. "It's not a big deal really." I said with a shrug and we stopped outside of Spanish class.

"It totally is. She deserves someone like you Liam."

"When did this become about me?"

"Look, I think you should take her to prom. It'll at least keep her mind off of Zayn. I don't want those two dating." We entered Spanish class and of course, there was a substitute who let us slide. We sat down in our seats and now all I could think about was Michaela.

But then that moment at the bleachers with Kylie. I swear that she must've felt something while we were sitting there so close to each other because I did. Michaela and Zayn were good friends; they deserved to have a chance to be together at least once.

"Did you find Kylie at lunch?" Niall asked me as we walked to my car. "Yeah, I talked to her for a bit." I answered and saw Kylie talking to Dani. She looked towards my direction and said something to Dani before walking over to me. "Let's get that ice cream, shall we?" she asked with a smile.

"What about me?" Niall asked. Kylie and I looked at each other. "Oh, I get it. I'll just get a ride with Louis." he said with smile, then went off to find Louis. Kylie and I got in my car, then I drove down the street towards the ice cream place.

I parked my car in the parking lot and we both got out of the car. "I haven't been here in years." she said as I opened the door for her. She thanked me as she entered and I followed in behind her. "It's our place Kylie." I smiled.

"How are you two kids doing?" Rick, the grandson of the ice cream owner smiled. His grandfather and father both owned the store before Rick. "Rick, we're not kids anymore." Kylie smiled. Rick was old enough to be our father, so he treated us like we were still children.

He laughed, "The original for both today?" Kylie had always ordered Orange Sherbet and I ordered Vanilla. "Yes please." Kylie smiled.

"Don't worry about paying, it's on the house." Rick smiled.

"Thanks Rick." I smiled. Kylie and I both picked a table to sit at while waiting for our ice cream. "This place hasn't changed a single bit." Kylie said, looking around. It was true.  This place hasn't changed in over 50 years. We were told our parents would come here for ice cream when they were kids.

Rick delivered our ice cream to us and we thanked him. The fact that we loved about this place is that we could come here to get away from all of our problems and just laugh about anything. "Liam, I'm serious about you taking Michaela to prom." she said.

What if I didn't want to take Michaela to prom? What if I want to take you? I asked myself. I looked down at the empty bowl. "It'll be good for the both of us." she added.

"I don't get it. This always happens." I said.

"What does?" she asked, confused. "Liam, what good can come if we went to prom together?"

Plenty. I thought to myself. "You're right Kylie. What good can come." I said, then began to stand up. I walked out of the ice cream place. "I didn't mean it like that." she said. I turned around and faced her. "Then what did you mean Kylie? That's the answer I would like to know." I said.

"Liam, don't leave me here." There were tears in her eyes, and she knew how much I hated to see her cry. She had hurt me many times before. "I'm sorry. Can we not fight over this now?" she asked.

"You don't understand how much you've hurt me." I said.

"You're hurting me right now." she cried.

"It's not the same. You constantly push me away for four years, and now it almost seems like you don't want to be seen with me. Even in school. Of all the times I've tried to say hi to you, or even speak to you, you simply ignore me like I'm nothing.

"What you're doing is wrong, and I thought you were better than that. Friends don't hurt each other. I've known you longer than the girls on the cheerleading team. I know that you're better than them, but now it seems like you've become one of them."

"Liam, please, I'm begging for your forgiveness."

I looked at her one last time before getting in my car. I didn't want to drive off and leave her there. It just wasn't right. I motioned for her to get in and when she buckled in, we never spoke a single word to each other on the ride home.

She got out of her car and I drove away, only to see her standing on the sidewalk as I left. I parked my car in the driveway and walked into the house, closing the door behind me. I went upstairs and closed the door.

Nothing had changed - school, the ice cream place. The only people who changed was us. I had to admit the fact that I wasn't the same person I was four years ago, and neither was she. We never had fights like this before.

Is that what happens when two different cliques clash against each other? If she wanted me to be with Michaela, why did she only tell me now? The old Kylie would've told me even before I met Michaela.

Maybe I was the one who changed. Maybe I was the one who continued to hold onto the past, and thinking everything would be the same as it was before. Now it all makes sense. I had become the person I didn't want to be.

I had hurt my best friend in hopes of wishing that she'd want me the same way I want her. I wasn't going to give up my friendship over some stupid question about prom. I was going to get her back someday... somehow.

I was still in love with her.

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