by penguwayne Book 1
All I've ever known was that he was there for me. Always.
Ever since he said he was interested in Elizabeth.
Ever since he asked when her birthday was.
I never knew I'd befriend this successful tennis player.
And I would have never known we would be best friends.
It was around dusk when he first sent me a chat online.
"Hi, Seven. Um, can I ask when Elizabeth's birthday is?"
I grinned. "4th of September, why?"
Of course I already know that he was interested in her.
"Nothing," he said and then the conversation flowed since.
Roan was, is, my best friend and I love him to pieces.
We are the definition of best friends, like we claim we are.
My friends say I might end up with him. I say bullshit.
He's just my best friend. Impossible. Entirely gross.
We are often mistaken as a couple but we just laugh it off.
I don't know when, where, why, and how I felt this way.
But all I know is that this isn't right. Not at all.