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When the guy that is the son of your mother's best friend, a guy who you've known your whole life, tells you he has no girlfriend, you should be able to trust him, right? I mean, you've grown up together and have always been friends. You've both endured your mothers' constant insisting you should be together and you've both joked together about it. When children, you thought of him as a brother, but was kind when you learned he had a little crush on you. Your parents stopped hanging out as much so you went a couple years in high school where you only saw each other a couple times every few months, just for a moment, in the halls at school. But he always comes up to you and gives you a hug and you talk for a minute. Then he moves in with his grandpa who lives a few blocks away. He's a year older than your brother and two years younger than you so he starts to come over to hang out with your brother. Your brother starts hanging out with his friends at their houses so when he comes over to see your brother and he isn't home, he starts spending time with you. You both realize that, even though you haven't really spent much time together since you were little kids, you're both a lot alike. You both listen to the same music, you both watch the same shows on television, you both have the same sarcastic sense of humor that only a select few understand. You both like horror movies, you both prefer dark colors, you both like walking in the cemetery at night, you both like creepy things like spiders and snakes, vampires and werewolves. He makes a point to tell you that he's single, and even though you've never wanted a guy younger than you, even freaking out over once liking a guy that was only one MONTH younger than you, you start to think about him all of the time. He's the last thing you think about before you go to sleep, all of your dreams are about him, and he's the first thing you think about when you wake up. One night when he's over, he's on his way home because his grandpa just called and said that it was time for him to come back home. You pout for a second and say it's a shame, because it was such a pretty night that you wanted to go on a walk to the cemetery and you didn't feel like going alone. So he just looks at you for a second and then calls his grandpa and tells him that your mom made dinner and had made him a plate, saying that she'd be upset if he had to leave now. Then he hangs up the phone and tells you to go get your shoes on so you can walk to the cemetery with him. You get there and you're walking around, just talking about anything and everything and having fun, and you mention one of your friends thinking another of your friends likes you. He's quiet for a second and you wonder why, when suddenly, he looks at you and says he likes you. You stand there for a second and then feel the need to clarify that you meant your friend liked you in the romantic sense, not just as a friend. He tells you that that's how he likes you. He says he just liked you as a friend at first, but then he started hanging out with you more and the more he got to really know you, the more he began to like you. You stand there for a minute, stunned, and the only response you can come up with is "awesome". He grins at you and the two of you just keep walking and joking around and you wrap your arm around his while he's walking you back home. He grins down at you when you do and says "awesome" while squeezing your arm tighter. He comes over again the next night and you walk to the park together. When you get there, he keeps poking you in the side and trying to tickle you and you don't like it because your ex-boyfriend used to do it and you've always found it irritating. So you laugh at him and tell him to stop, that it annoys you. When he doesn't quit, you jokingly glare at him and ask him if he's trying to make you hate him. He laughs at you and wraps his arms around you and tells you that he's trying to make you like him. You really want to tell him that you already do, but you're too shy and so scared that he doesn't really mean it, so you smile at him and say you don't believe him and wrap your arm around his while he walks you back home again and he asks for your cell phone number. You give it to him, but you don't think to ask him for his. He doesn't come over again until three days later. Your brother is home and you don't even know he's over until you hear them talking. A few minutes later, they both come into the living room where you are and they don't say a word to you. He keeps talking to your brother and every time your brother looks away, he looks at you and smiles or winks, but he never says a word and he's there for hours. You're a little confused and can tell he doesn't want your brother to know that the two of you have been hanging out together and you're really hurt by that. You're also really hurt that he's basically ignoring you to talk to your brother when he had told while you were in the cemetery that he couldn't stand your brother and was just friends with him because they went to school together and lived close to each other. Your brother goes to his room and closes the door and the two of you are alone when he's about to leave. He grins at you and hugs you and tells you he'll see you the next day. You just stand there because you don't know what to do. He comes back the next day and he sees you before he gets to your brother's room so he starts talking to you. You can't stop smiling because, while you're too afraid to tell him, you've really missed him. He's sitting in the recliner and you're laying across the couch and you're both watching a movie on television about one of the villains from Batman. You've never seen it, but he likes it and a few of the scenes have actually caught your interest. He complains about the recliner being uncomfortable and gets up and starts walking toward you. You move your feet so he can sit at the end of the couch and he picks your feet up and puts them in his lap. While you're watching the movie, he starts massaging your feet and keeps looking over at you. When your ex-boyfriend and another guy you used to like would put their arms around you or hold your hand or try to cuddle up next to you, you always felt awkward and uncomfortable. But you aren't uncomfortable with him at all, not even when he starts rubbing your thigh. Your both flirting with each other and not even paying attention to the movie anymore and you're about to tell him you like him, when your brother comes out of his room and sees him. Your brother sits in the recliner and starts talking to him and you get upset, thinking he won't want to talk to you now that your brother is there. You look at him and mumble, "Great. Now that he's here, I guess you're going to ignore me again." and he stares back at you and smiles and puts his hand on your head and says, "I'm not ignoring you. See? You're the one I'm looking at.". You smile at him and cuddle back into the couch. He scoots closer to you, where he's laying against the back of the couch and your back is cuddled up to his chest and his hand is rubbing your thigh. Your brother looks at you then him and tells him that he can't believe he's touching you and it's gross. He just shrugs his shoulders and your brother goes back to his room and closes the door. You keep looking at the television, pretending to be watching the movie, and he mumbles that he really wants to kiss you and then laughs at you because he sees you trying to hold back a grin. You both sit there for a while and he starts to say something, but stops himself. You're curious and ask him what he was going to say and he tells you he'll tell you before he leaves. When he's about to leave, he hugs you and walks halfway out the door, then turns around to you and says, "I was going to ask you out.. But then I remembered that I have to break up with my girlfriend first.". You stand there for a minute, feeling angry because he had lied and told you that he didn't have a girlfriend and angry that he'd had a girlfriend for months. But you also still really like him and push all the anger to the back of your mind. You're really upset that he would say the things he said and done the things he did while he had a girlfriend. You just stare at him and say, "..you have a girlfriend..?" and he shrugs his shoulders and says, "Yeah, but she's a total bitch and I can't wait to break up with her. Besides, you're perfect for me.". You can't help but smile and he hugs you before he leaves. He comes over three days later. Your brother is home and they talk for a few minutes. You leave the room because you don't want to get in the way. He comes looking for you and asks you to go walking in the cemetery with him. You're in your pajamas so you tell him to wait while you change. You go to your room and get dressed and put your shoes on and when you go tell him you're ready, he grins at you and looks at your outfit and tells you that you look cute. You get to the cemetery and you both sit down by one of the graves that you always visit. It's dark and there's a full moon and you both lay down and cuddle, talking and laughing and joking around. You don't ask about if he broke up with his girlfriend, because, honestly, you don't want to know the answer. You hope he did, but you don't think he did. You aren't doing anything but flirting and you pretty much adore him, so you ignore the subject. He walks you back home and leaves. You get in the house and your brother is there and he starts joking around, saying he hoped you didn't do anything you shouldn't have done. You roll your eyes and ignore him. Three days later, he comes back over. You're on the phone with a friend who keeps talking about the latest guy she's obsessed with and how he stayed at her house for three days. She's not a good friend and she's just trying to make you jealous because she just tries to do that sometimes and, while it pisses you off, you humor her because it makes her feel better about herself. You answer the door for him and he grins at you and you tell her you have to go. He tells you he'll see you in a second because he wants a cigarette and he doesn't have a lighter on him and he knows your brother has one. He goes to see your brother and your brother is paranoid that your mom will go off on him for smoking, so he insists they go down the street to smoke. He smiles at you and you go to your room. You're upset and you've been depressed all day. You'd had a nightmare about your old best friend. Right before your senior year of high school, she had decided she didn't want to be your friend anymore. She said you were poison and cancer and ruined pretty much anything you touched. You'd always thought of her as a sister and loved her. You pretended to be angry with her, because that's your defense mechanism. When you get really upset, you pretend that you're just angry, because it makes you feel less weak. But, in reality, it broke your heart and you missed her every day. It didn't help that every day at school before she finally moved and had to transfer, she sat right beside you in class and she'd either completely ignore you or start talking to you about random things for a few minutes, treating you like an acquaintance. In your nightmare, you were having a birthday party and she was there, along with your other friends. You had asked her to call a truce and just be friends again and she'd laughed and said you were still just cancer and poison and that she hated you and walked away from you. Then all of your friends, one by one, told you they wanted nothing to do with you and followed her. Then you woke up and really needed someone to talk to, but all of your friends moved to different cities and all of their cell phones were dead, so you couldn't get a hold of them. So you were still depressed over that and then you were hurt because you had missed him and he had gone off with your brother. They come back and go straight to your brother's room and close the door and stay in there for hours and you can hear them laughing and it feels like your heart is breaking. Right before it's time for him to leave, they both come in your room and just sit on your bed beside you and you're so hurt that you get angry and you tell them to get out of your room. He had told you he hated your brother and your brother had told you he hated him, yet they were acting like best friends and all you could think is, if he hates your brother and would rather be around him than be with you, then he had lied about caring about you he must really hate you. The thought hurts so much you tell him you hate him and to get out of your room. He's about to leave and keeps coming toward you with a hurt look on his face, asking for a hug, and you keep pushing him away from you, telling him to leave and never come back. You keep telling him you hate him and he keeps telling you that you don't. He wraps his arms around you and tells you that he got his hug and you push him away and glare at him and tell him you fucking hate him and he better not ever come back to your house, because you never wanted to see him again. Before you had told him you hated him, your mother had been asking if anything was going on between the two of you and you had always told her no. She had come to you one day and asked, and you said no, and she said that his mother had called her and told her that he had told her that he really liked me, more than he'd ever liked anyone else. You didn't tell her about any of the thing the two of you had done or said, so she didn't know you told him you hated him. So she kept asking if you were together and it just made you hurt more. Your brother came home from school one day and asked if you had had sex with him when you went to the cemetery. You glared at him and told him no. His friend was next to him and turned to you with his eyebrows raised and says, "Really? You didn't? Because he's been telling everyone you did.". You went to your room, ignoring them, because they lied about stuff like that all of the time. They were jerks like that. A few days later, your mom had to pick you up from babysitting your little cousins, so you were in the car when she picked up your brother and another of his friends from school. His friend that rode home with his from school every day was actually a nice guy and the two of you got along fine. He says hello and sits beside you because you haven't seen him in a while. Halfway down the rode, he turns to you and says, "So I heard you totally had sex in the graveyard. What the hell? That's not like you at all. And he's kind of a jerk..". I looked at him and asked if my brother had told him that. He shook his head and said no, HE told him that. He was a good guy and never lied, so you knew it was true. You had known HIM to lie about things, like not having a girlfriend, but you didn't think he'd lie about taking your virginity in the cemetery. What made it worse was the fact that the two of you had talked about how disgusting and disrespectful it was that some of the teenagers would have sex under the trees in the cemetery. So you were pissed. You got home and went straight to your room, brooding. But you didn't just feel angry. You were hurting and felt like there was an empty void where your heart had always been. You thought back to all of the times you were with him and remembered all of the times you just let him walk all over you. He had treated you like a doormat and you had just let him. You were so angry with yourself and felt so used. But what was worse, you were more angry at yourself for telling him that you hated him. He didn't come over for three weeks, and each day, you felt another little piece of your heart fall into that void, each day you missed him more. You haven't seen him since that night you told him you hated him and, while you may have realized that he wasn't sweet like you thought he was and that he probably never really cared about you to begin with, you also realized that you had fallen in love with him. And that thought hurt so much more than any other one you had ever had.