Life in the Friend Zone

The Friend Zone is a real place. It is like a cross between a boarding school and a hospital. And Dakota Fenway knows it all too well. She entered the friend zone for the first time when she was in fourth grade. She is one of the only girls. The Friend Zone is a mind set, not a physical place. It connects all the minds together who are in the friend zone and you stay there until you break away from the friend. You are told no one has ever broken through the friend zone into something more because it would upset the balance. Dakota has entered in the friend zone once again during her senior year two weeks before prom. She is determined to get her friend Harry Warren to see her as more then a good friend. And no one, not even the Heads of Fate, are going to stop her. Watch as she jumps between the real world and Friend Zone and adds her own sarcastic touch.

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4. Summer Friendshp?

     I  guess getting over Aaron would be easier than I thought it would be. Maybe it was just my hormones on high that made me fall madly in love with him halfway through eighth grade. It probably was, since I had a crush on David in seventh grade but got over it after a month. So this summer, I decided that I was going to make the most of it. And I was not going to try and take the friend approach. That did not last long.
    In my house, everyone of me and my siblings will basically do absolutely nothing during the first week of summer. Then, my dad will attempt to get us out and about. This year, he gave up on us. He said "do whatever you want!". I relished in this, but when I woke up this morning I just couldn't take one more tumblr page, youtube video, or fan fiction chapter. So I took a hot shower and put on a fresh pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a hoodie. One of my many talents was that I would comfortably wear jeans in weather that was 75 degrees or less. Most of my friends switched to shorts as soon as the thermometer inched past 60 degrees. I really don't like shorts, so I deal with the "hot" weather. 
    I came downstairs and grabbed one of the 99 cent teas from the fridge. My mother and I had few things in common. One of them was an obsession with the giant 99cent cans of green tea. So we have about 20 in stock at all times in the fridge. I drank all of it down quickly, then rode my Segway-yeah, I'm one of those people that actually uses them-to the mall. I got weird looks from almost anyone but who cares. The mall cops were the only ones who respected me since they ride them too. Me and a eighteen year old who worked there as a cop would race down the halls. But she was working there as an intern to be a legitimate cop. 
    I went straight to an Auntie Anne's pretzel shop and bought a pretzel, then rode my Segway whilst eating the delicious snack. I had counted on the place being busy, but I wasn't counting on hitting a person. As soon as I heard an oomph I swerved then turned around and stopped in front of the person. A mass of curly hair was all I could see, from my view. Did I run over a dog? I got down and looked to see a tall person lying on the ground. It was obviously a boy, but I couldn't see his face. I shook his shoulder.
    "Are you okay?" I asked. A few seconds went by and he responded with a groan then said something, but it was muffled by his face on the floor.
    "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that." I replied, smirking. He groaned again and slowly pulled himself off the floor. He turned to face me, an annoyed expression on his face.
    "I said," he began, glancing at the Segway, "who actually drives those around?" 
    "I do." I said simply.
    "Can't you skateboard? Or rollerblade? Or anything?" he said. 
    "Well, no...I can't balance for my life." I explained.
    "So you ride a Segway?" he said.
    "Yes. I'm sorry okay? People don't usually get so pissed." I mumbled angrily.
    "Sorry, I've kind of had a bad week." he said, sighing.
    "It's fine."
    "You're supposed to say don't be sorry." he joked. I laughed and was about to go leave when he grabbed my wrist. 
    "Give me your number. You sound like an awesome person. What's your name?" he asked.
    "Dakota."
    "Cool, I'm Damon. We're letter buddies!" he said happily. We switched phones and punched our numbers in. I put mine in as Dakota Rocks Ur Socks and handed it back. He gave mine back and I saw he had put in Damon Was Here. 
    "Hey what high school are you going to?" I asked as he turned around.
    "Jefferson!" he yelled back.
    "Me too!" I said.
    "Awesome! See you around DK!"
    "My name's Dakota!" 
    "Does DK annoy you?" 
    "Kind of..." 
    "Then I'll call you DK!" he said, then got lost in the crowd. I rolled my eyes and hopped onto the Segway. Then I blinked and-oh great. Friend Zone Therapy.
    "Do we have to do this now?" I complained to Brenda who stood in front of me with a clipboard. 
    "Yes, yes we do." she led me out of my room and down a hall. I looked into the cells. One boy was in his cell talking to a girl at lunch through the wall, probably his POI (person of interest). Another boy watched as his friend made out with a football jock in the halls. Yeah, it was a pretty cheerful environment here in the friend zone. As I watched people experience friend zones I felt a tap and stopped.
    "Pst!" someone whispered. I stopped and looked around. "Dakota!!!" I turned and saw David in a cell.
    "David?" I asked. "What are you doing here?"
    "Chelsea told me I was like a brother to me, and suddenly I'm in the Friend Zone.  Except it's a real place."
    "Dude, I've been here twice already."
    "Wait, why are you here?" 
    "I was friend zoned, duh."
    "Oh yeah. Listen, you gotta get me outta here. Chelsea-"
    "Dakota, you're already late for the meeting." Brenda, intervened. 
    "See you later David." I yelled. 
    "But-" David yelled, but Brenda cut him off.
    "DAKOTA! Do not make me raise my voice!" Brenda warned. I rolled my eyes and followed her to the meeting. Five other random boys stood there.  I sighed and sat down. 
    "Dude, it's the chick that stays here." someone whispered.
    "Yes, as a matter of fact it is the chick who stays here. I'm sorry I don't have big enough boobs to be a considered love interest by guy friends." I said. "I am fourteen. How old are you? Seventeen? Have fun trying to pry your friend's lips off that jerk she's dating." I said back. 
    "Now, Dakota, we do not get angry at fellow meeting members." Teresa said.
    "Yeah, I know Teresa." I said.
    "My name is not Teresa." she said. "I have no name."
    "I know. But you seem like a Teresa."
    "Okay Dakota let's just start the meeting. We'll go around saying our names." 
    "Hi, I'm Dakota, and I'm an alcoholic. I have had this problem for a long time now and-"
    "Dakota, please stop taking ever chance you have to make smart remarks."
    "'Sup, I'm Jacob." a boy with blue hair and piercings said.
    "And how long have you had an alcohol problem?" I asked. 
    "About two years." he said, smirking. Finally, someone was playing along. 
    "Now in my opinion, I love a good glass of Jack Daniel's with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich." I replied.
    "No you need to have a Vodka Coke with peanut butter and jelly." one of the boys said. 
    "Good choice. Please, introduce yourself." I replied.
    "Oh yeah, I'm Brad."
    "Nice to meet you Brad. Let's call this meeting to order. Now-" I couldn't finish before Teresa cut me off.
    "That's it. You are absolutely ridiculous. Go back to your room and we''ll send you back to the mall as soon as you step through the door."
    "Thank God! I have a new record of getting out of these things!" I got up and bowed before going back to my cell. As soon as I walked in I was on the Segway in the mall. I breathed a sigh of relief and kept driving around the mall. I bought two pairs of skinny jeans, a beanie, and a t-shirt. Seems like a normal day. I rode back home to meet my brothers playing Call of Duty on the couch and my younger sister painting her toes. 
    "Well, I guess I'm the only person who got out today." I said, walking up to my room. I got up to the room and changed into a bikini, jean shorts, and a random t-shirt. It was a good day to go to the beach. 
    I came down the stairs and yelled, "Going to the beach!" and got a grunt and a high pitched okay from my siblings. I rolled my eyes and walked down to the beach. We lived kind of close. I loved our beach because ours was a freshwater beach so I didn't have to worry about getting salt in my eyes. I came down to the water and it was ice cold, a big difference from the heat which had increased since I came back from the mall. I slipped off my shirt and shorts and placed them in a pile. Then, unlike the other girls my age who talked in ankle deep water, swam out to the middle of the water. I dunked my head under and when I came back I almost had a heart attack.
    "Damon?" I said, surprised, His hair reminded me of a wet dog when it was soaked. 
    "DK Segway!" he yelled. 
    "Are you stalking me?" I asked.
    "The question is, are you stalking me?"
     "Touche." 
    "So listen, I need some help with a girl."
    "Shoot."
    "She's kind of the reason I came to the beach but I don't how to tell her I like her."
    "Dude, just straight up ask her on a date! Take a chance!" I said. 
    "Awesome! You know, you're a really awesome friend for a chick!" he said and ran over to one of the girls laughing at how cold the water is.
    Well, there goes my secret fantasy of summer love. I guess I could settle for a summer...friendship?
    Yeah, no. That doesn't really have a ring to it. 

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hello people! because someone commented asking for an update so i pulled this together! i was thinking of making a trailer for this story but I'm not sure yet and I have no idea how  to make those things! if anyone knows how to or wants to make one that would super sick if you left a comment showing me how to create it!!! thanks a bunch for the positive comments!!!

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