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"I said, Phil Martin.... Do you know him?" I said.
"I do...or maybe I don't, I don't know. But I do have a cousin naked Phillip Martin, he's about your age and he's gay. It could be him, I don't know. Can you describe him to me?"
"I don't know how he looks like, a photo of a dog is what he uses as his profile picture."
"OmyGod it is him."
"Are you sure?"
"It's a white dog, right?"
"Yeah!"
"Well Blake, you are one lucky guy," Kim said with a wide smile on her face. That smile made her look even more beautiful, I could definitely see why my friend Mike was head over heels in love with this girl. And it seems he was happy just staring at her as she brighted up.
"What do you mean I'm a lucky guy? He's just a friend, not my boyfriend. And I can't guarantee that we're going to be a pair." I said.
"That would just be your loss dude, cause my cousin, he is...well he's hot!" Kim said.
"Ah, and you say I am the creepy one?"
"Well there's just no other way to say it, he is just hot. He's been through hell lately, he lost his parents about three months ago and he's never really been the same since then. He can't even go to school anymore." she said, her eyes starting to show some sadness.
"Wow, I'm so sorry to hear that, what happened to his parents?" I said.
"Plane crash. They died on the spot. Phil is now living with our uncle Martin."
"How sad. When's he going back to school?" Mike said.
"I don't know. Since moving to this state he's shown little interest in school, and no one can force him to continue with it. But uncle did at least convince him to get a job as a waiter at some restaurant, just to get him out there talking to people and smiling to them."


And then it dawned on me. This is what he didn't want to share with me, he was suffering so much inside and didn't want to tell me what the problem was. The pain still so fresh that he couldn't talk about it, and he didn't want to overwhelm me with such news just when a friendship was being formed between us. I felt so sorry for him.
"I..I don't know what to say...wow.I..." I stopped to think of what to say. Kim and Mike looked at me, waiting for me to complete my sentence.
"...I knew
there was something wrong, I
just didn't know what. What do I even say to him to make him feel better?" I said. Kim looked me in the eye and, with a serious look on her face she said to me,
"well for starters, how about not breaking his heart?" What! How did I find myself in a situation where I was capable of breaking a guy's heart when there was no romance whatsoever between us? He was just a friend. Well, he liked me, but did I like him as much as he did me? Not yet.
"Look Kim, your cousin sounds nice and all, but...you know he's just a facebook friend and there's nothing more between us. I am not in love with him, and I doubt he is in love with me. What he needs is a good friend and believe me I will be that good friend. I can't promise anything more alright?"
"Dude the guy likes you..." said Mike,"...he likes you a lot. We all know you can't force yourself to fall in love with him, nor would it be fair for you to enter into a relationship with him just 'cause you feel sorry for him. But at least be gentle and kind to him even if he makes moves on you, don't let him down hard, you know."
"And besides like I said, he hot, it's not like you would suffer if you gave him a chance. I bet your pretty boy doesn't even stand a chance with Phil," Kim said. I had to disagree with her on that one. I really couldn't believe there was anyone out there on the planet better than my pretty boy. 'My pretty boy,' now I'm even calling him mine. That boy has done something wild to me I promise.

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That day I got home as fast as I could, walked into my room and threw my backpack on my bed, head for the bathroom to shower. Pretty boy was going to pass by and I was going to see him up close, I was going to talk to him! The anticipation was almost killing me! I showered as quickly as I could, dried myself up, applied my cocoa butter lotion, some nicesmelling cologne, not too much, but just enough to entice someone to lean in for more. My favourite boxers, not that he'd see them - I wish he could though, and I wish I could see his! Ahhh! Some tight fitting black jeans, a nice black button up shirt with the top most button left open to show some skin, boy was I dressed to kill or what? Styled my hair nicely and went out to stand just near the road. My heart was beating fast I feared it would burst right out of my chest. This was going to be the moment of truth, the ultimate encounter. Any minute now he was going to appear, and I was going to stop him, or was I? Fear started creeping up on me. Oh my goodness what if totally finds me ugly? And annoying? And my breath terrible. My breath! I made a mad dash into the house, brushed as hard and as fast as I could and went right back outside to stand near the road. I can't believe I forgot to brush. I cast my eyes to my right and they did behold what they had longed to
behold, pretty boy was coming! My heart skipped a beat as I started to hyper-ventilate fiercely. My knees would not cooperate with me as I sought to make them cease their trembling. Alas! How severe the beauty that does smite my joints. Should I stand there and wait for pretty boy to see pathetic old me, or should I make a mad dash back inside? While I debated, closer he came. I finally made a decision.