I hate dredging up things from years passed. But this is beginning to annoy me, and you'll understand why by the end. It may be a bit out of order, and I may ramble. But I remember it very clearly.
So, in grade seven, I was an awful person. I did the whole SI thing. Well, there was this kid that transferred into our class and he was pretty cool. I knew his name(Christopher, jsyk) because we were in band together, but I didn't know him. So, in math he sat beside me. One day he dropped his pencil, I handed it back, and he said thank you... in German. I answered him in English. He was surprised I understood him. Anyway, he's a military kid, because I go to a military school, as in most of the kids are military, not as in officers for teachers.
So, we were really close during grade seven. I mean like, I was such a bitch, and he was the only person I trusted and who could make me laugh. He was just really important to me. He sat with me and my best friend, Angele, at lunch. At the time I wasn't allowed to wear make up, but I would put it on at lunch. Please don't ask me why. Anyway, he would always make it difficult. Steal my mirror, hit my arm, that kinda thing. We'd walk in line, and he'd lean on me. There was this time where he kept leaning back on me at lunch. We were very touchy but in a platonic way.
Well, then grade eight rolls around. That's the final grade before high school, and yet again I had a male teacher and I was freaking out and scared. I walked in that morning, and Chris was there. I felt better, immediately. Then I found out we had art together. That made it better. We'd walk to classes together, and he was one of the only guys I trusted. We passed notes in class. We were still close, to the point everyone assumed we were dating. I was really hyped up on energy drink, and bouncing up and down in my seat. He was playing with my hair. It wasn't an unfair assumption. He protected me. I'll never admit I needed it though. In art class we sat together (we didn't have assigned seats) and there was this guy who kept making fun of my scars. Chris bitched him out for it every time. We'd flick paint at each other, and once he almost spray painted my favorite jeans. We're both losers, but it's okay.
Near the end of the semester, I find out he's moving to Michigan. That's nine hours from us. I cried for six months, because I didn't know if I'd ever see him again, and he didn't let me say goodbye. The last day he was there was the day we got out for Christmas break. I spent most of the day trying not to cry, because I didn't want him to know that it was hurting me. We weren't as close as we once were, but when he got ready to leave he actually hugged me, which was unusual. I got outside at the end of the day, and I cried. I mean, I bawled. I didn't know how I was going to function without him. He was my best friend.
While he was gone, we went through periods where we wouldn't talk to each other. But he told me when he moved back. He went to school with my sister(We're really close friends) , Lucianna. Then he transferred to my school. I wasn't gonna talk to him, but he talked to me. Since then he'll randomly get really pissy.
I refused to talk to him for about two weeks and then he decided to sit with us at lunch. That's where I am now. We're getting away from the awkward stuff, but it's still odd.
Someone want to advise me on this? I really have no idea what to do. I miss us being close, even though I did like him, I don't now. I mean, I love him, but I don't particularly want to date him.
Sorry that was like, spasmodically long.
Wow.