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rakwel
team spike.
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08-22-2007, 10:43 PM
- 29. Hope
The longer I had Dad's car the more I felt linked to him, and the more I got over his death. I stilled cried ocasionally, but I didn't really feel like he was really gone because such a big part of him was mine. I started spending a lot of nights in that car, and most of the time it was just in the garage. I loved sleeping on the leather seats, and I loved waking up with the stream of light from the window in the garage through to the inside of the car.
It gave me hope, it gave me hope to do things I had never done before. I felt comfortable going to dances without a date, I made more friends than I had before, and I felt comfortable being me not that made up person that I pretended to be around everyone except for my really close friends. When prom rolled around, three guys asked me.
There was Robbie, Jake, and Jason. I automatically told Jason no, even if he only meant to go as friends. I told Jake and Robbie that I'd get back to them. Jake was a boy that had been in my Computer Graphics class the whole year, and we had become pretty good friends through our common interest of creating webpages and animated things. But it was obvious that he liked me more than just a friend, and I knew that probably hurt him because he knew I didn't like him back. Robbie and I had been friends since we were little, but he felt more like a brother to me. And if I said yes, I knew he'd take it as a "Yes, I will be your boyfriend," instead of the "You do know that we're just friends" that I wanted it to be.
In the end, I called Robbie and told him that I wanted to go to the prom as just friends with him. I could tell their was dispoitment in his voice, but I knew that there was also hope because he knew that I was giving him a chance. And maybe (just maybe) I could learn to like him the way he liked me.
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