My Heartscratch, Part 2: Beanies, The Chocolate Test, and The Whispered ,"Hey".

Really, I think my titles are giving too much away. Or do they just give the right mixture of suspense?

Nah. I just think they're REAL long.

If you'll remember (Jeezum guys, the post is just down there) I stopped where Larry and I became friends. What else is there to write about?

Of course, how we made the leap from (cheesily grinning) friends to something a little more.

Back in the time machine, then!

After a while, we became friends. It started out as a few jokes ("How the legs doing?" "Oh, they're fine. When someone's not trying to make me doing something.") and maybe our love of beanie hats helped, too.

Little things like that made us grow closer. We shared the same interests; TV shows, food, sense of humour. You know. Friends.

Voodoo dolls. Chocolate. Green Day.

Like I said, little things.

I don't know quite WHY I realized I trusted him more than a normal friend.

But I do remember WHEN I realized it.

The first was the Chocolate Test.

In my thirteen and a bit years on Earth, I have only ever shared my chocolate with four people. (Excluding my family, of course, seeing as they're some Great Law that you must share your chocolate with your family. Weird, I know.)

Three of them were my best friends, Marsh, Nuzzie and Naddo. (Pronounced like how you would say "saddo", by the way, not NA-ddo).

The fourth was Larry.

Every day at lunch, I would bring a chocolate bar.

Every day at lunch, he would ask for it.

And I would retaliate with a lecture on how girls had PMS, and guys didn't, and how it was WOMEN who went through childbirth, while guys sat back and merely said lazily, "Push!" and how maybe guys liked to be egotistical and masochistic, but girls needed their galfriends and a bar of chocolate.

(Such lectures always proved useless, as they always ended up like this:

Him: So... can I have the chocolate?

Me: NO! DON'T YOU EVER LISTEN?)

But one day he asked for it, and without hesitating, I broke off a part and handed it to him.

I spent the rest of the day wondering if I had accidentally consumed cocaine. But I knew deep down I hadn't. I trusted him more now, that was all.

The other thing that made me realize it was the whispered, "Hey".

It was a Wednesday morning, and I had come in late due to a dentist's appointment. When I came in, I expected at least SOME people to say hello.

Hardly anyone glanced up.

Only my best friends, and Larry. As I walked past him, he managed a whispered, "Hey," to me. I couldn't reply; the Maths teacher was already glaring at me for daring to interrupt her OH SO IMPORTANT LECTURE ON FRACTIONS, but I did nod.

It was just a "Hey," another on our list of "Hi's," and "Wassups?". Just an average greeting.
So why did I feel so... weird?

Again, I will make you all hate me for ending here. I've dicovered I really like cliffhangers.

Must be all the soap operas I've been watching.

So I'll continue this.... Whenever I feel like it.

Later,
R.A.