He’s been my bestfriend for over a year now. His favorite color’s red, he’s not a big fan of books. We’ve had classes together since Sophomore year history with Mr. Little. He doesn’t really like to talk but when he knows someone then you’ll know. He drinks soda like it’s water. He’s really tall, to me at least and he says he’s gonna get taller. He’s been on the varsity basketball team at my school since Sophomore year. Last year was when we got to really know each other. He was in my physics class, my APenglish class, and my math class. He’s stubborn and he likes to make fun of me. I think star wars is cool and he doesn’t. We talk all day and night. We fight and he beats me up. We don’t have much in common. We’re mean to each other and we make fun of people. I went to knotts scary farm with him and his friends for the first time ever this year and we went to the Paranormal Activity 3 midnight premier. I would’ve never had the balls to do those two things if it wasn’t for him. He knows I’m horrified of clowns but he doesn’t care, he’ll scare me anyways. He thinks it’ll help me overcome my fear, pfftt.. He saw me through really hard times and always helped make me feel better. He makes me less insecure about everything, he makes me like my thighs and my calves, he makes me feel comfortable and tells me I’m doing everything right when I get paranoid about doing things wrong. I mess up and he still says he loves me.
He makes a great bestfriend and an even better boyfriend.