It sure is something weird dating your best friend.

You go along in your days fighting and laughing, bowling, skating, and doing your online webshow. Then things change. You start noticing the little things. You notice how good she looks that certain shirt, or how her golden locks bounce in the wind when she's excited. You look forward to the afternoons when you get to see her beautiful face, her smile, her eyes. You always resented the rare moments when you catch a tear falling down her cheeks, or times she's so angry she does things she regrets. But you never meant it as much as now when you ask, 'How was your morning?' or, 'You wanna go grab a smoothy?'

Then you get scared. You wonder what's going on with you, and thinking it's just a phase. You wonder if anyone notices the extra glace you give her when she's walking away. You wonder if she notices, if she can see right through you. What if you're just wasting your time? She's always hated you, why even try?

Then things change again. She kisses you, out under the moonlight. You're so taken aback you don't do so much as twitch your finger; you can't move.

I guess this part is mostly just me.

This happen, you talk, she doesn't listen, you kiss her and she finally shuts up. You ask her on a date and she says no, impossible as always. You ask and ask and she gives you a chance.

And now you're standing in front of your mirror, never thought more like a girl as you are tonight. Black or blue shirt? Polo or button up? Sneakers or something better? How are you going to greet her at the door? 'Sup. Ready to go?' or, 'Hey, uhh, what's my name?' Come on, she's your best friend. This is ridiculous. You can't help but think how weird it will be, going from throwing spaghetti at eachother in the apartment next door to holding her hand on the way home from your date at the movies. Your stomach is turning at every thought of her, which a kind of feeling that no matter how hard you try you're just never going to get over.

Your World of Warlords digital clock is flashing 7:00 is you're wishing you could jump into your covers and hide for the rest of the night. At the same time you're doing cartwheels in your head at the fact that you're walking through your living room to the front door, on your way to take that blonde headed deamon on a date. Turn the knob, hope you come home before mom, cross the hallway, open the door and find her and her best friend sitting on the couch.

Silence. Akwardness.

"You uhh, you ready?" I ask. She's wearing purple dress i've never seen her in before.

In reply she simply gets up off the couch and punches me in the arm, "Let's hit it," she says walking out the door.

It sure is something weird dating your best friend.