I'm in 10th grade, and me and Bill have been friends since about this time last year when i moved into this school district. I met him the first day of school, we had the same math class together, he came in late, and he had a black whife beater on
i didn't love him then, as i was kinda afraid of him. He told us all he liked to fight, but oddly the first thing he said to me directly was "Hey, nice shoes man." Naturally i had to thank him.
Since i had no friends, i had to scalvage for a seat at lunch. And one day i found him alone sitting at a table, that i had been eyeing to sit at (since, at the time of my eyeing, it was empty) well, i asked if i could sit with him, and he said yes....
We grew in friendship VERY slowly. I think he didn't quite trust/understand me as much as he did others. I've seen him one arm hug friends, but when i talked to him, we never did that..
Why/When i knew i had to love him? It was about March of this year! I had a dream...this is going to sound odd, but i had a dream and i was standing next to him in it, and out of nowhere he turned around and kissed me. Since then i have been obsessed with him, and he's been in so many of my dreams that i fear i will die of overdose
I once had a dream that a tornado struck our town (though Bill lives in a seperate county) and i went to rescue him. He died.
We only started to grow in relationship this school year. Actually, this passed month. Its wonderful, because everyday i could write about some event that showed that we were becoming closer friends. First it was his handshake during the lunch line then
Him asking for me to sit next to him to talk.
Then him telling me he liked to talk to me
He says i have 'big balls' for standing up for him when some guy starts talking about his sister
He told me we had some things in common (more or less)
We pulled apart from other friends to have our own conversation
He lends me a couple of books he obviously treasures (a couple being the Sin City books, and Sin City is his favorite movie ever, so i can only think he loves the books as well)
We shake hands before parting to our buses
He tells me I can read his Short Story when he's done
He tells me I can read the poetry he writes
He tells me about his childhood, and how people misunderstand...
I was talking to a friend of mine, and she said that people only hang around Bill to make fun of him
that really got me pissed, and nearly at tears...she said everything about him was weird and that he talked funny (he doesn't)
He looks like a darker (in hair and eyes, and mood)/paler (in complexion, and youth) version of Heath Ledger. I kid you not.
god, sorry for rambling again!
