Humor/Satire / Shame
You sigh to yourself as you watch him work at the car, tinkering with it to make it purr just right for you. He loves it when you’re happy, and so he actually tries to make you happy- something your boyfriend hasn’t done in a long time.
Oh, now he’s bending over to get some sort of tool- you don’t know the name of it, but that might be because you’re not even looking at it. It’s a pity that as hard as he tries to make you happy- you’ve been best friends since forever- he doesn’t know the one thing that could really make you happy.
He flashes a smile at you as he goes back to the car, and damn those muscles are rippling. You remind yourself that it would be bad to drool, and try to look preoccupied with your can of soda, which you nearly choke on when he decides it’s too hot for his t-shirt and peels it off.
He glances over at you, and you wave your hand and insist that you’re fine.
You try not to think about the obvious- the fact that, no, you are not fine, because you have been madly in love with your stupid, oblivious best friend for years now.
You first noticed him like in high school, back when he decided that the gym was a tool that he could use, too.
Right now, you’re of the opinion that guys like him should be banned from gyms. He would be easier to resist if he were fat and flabby.
Like he would let that happen to himself.
But it’s not just his body, although that doesn’t hurt. He the only one who can make you feel better when you’re sad- that dates back to kindergarten, when you were the only little girl without the dress-up doll with real hair, and he gave you his favorite toy dump truck to make you feel better.
Of course, after that you were best friends and you had no further interest in dolls.
It’s a shame that he’s so oblivious.
It’s a shame he’s in a relationship.
It’s a shame that he’s gay.
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I wouldn’t say that he’s oblivious. If he were straight, I’d understand this. Gay men know when women are checking them out; they just don’t say anything. I think the narrator of this story assumes too much. Also, is it really a shame that he’s oblvious? I think it’s a shame that the narrator has fallen for a gay man.
The hook of this story parrots the too-often said “what a waste” about gay men. It’s been said enough.
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insist that you’re fine (This stopped me. Was he indicating concern?)
He the only one (typo)
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I really enjoyed this. Mainly because up until the last three lines, I could see myself in it. Okay, so my best friend didn’t have the muscles, but I guess that’s okay because some of us are not that much into muscles. But he is the one person who always makes me happy and oh boy, did I have a thing for him earlier on. The worst, worst, worst years of my adolescence ;s You captured that wonderfully here, though humorous. Pre-occupied myself with many a thing to not stare ;p Haha. Despite the fact that the ending doesn’t suit my version of The best friend crush it really was delightful (; Nice job!
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