10.21.15

My English teacher told me a pretty funny story on October 21st, 2015. It was about her husband. He constantly joked with her and told her, "I'm going to bring you a box of roses for you at your job just because." He said this multiple times but these special roses were never delivered.

Until that actual day, when he delivered red roses to the school with a letter attached addressed to my beautiful English teacher herself. She was beyond surprised but she couldn't leave the class unattended. 

So what did she do? She chose me to pick up those roses, with the help of someone else. It has to be a boy, she leaned toward me and laughed. I looked back at her with a facial expression that translated to, "I'm not particularly friends with any boy in this class."

There was only one tolerable boy. I don't know why I felt like it that day, but I chose him to go to the office with. No reason at all, actually. I wasn't friends with him, as stated in the previous paragraph, and I saw nothing in him. He was just one of those other classmates I had.

I don't think I've ever had a proper conversation with him before. He was in the same class as me for four years. Which was surprising, because there's no trace of his face within my memories of those four years.

The boys stopped raising their hands and asking to be picked, waiting for the teacher's instructions. She looked over at him and said, "Are you okay with this?" since he wasn't following the actions of the other boys. He simply shrugged. That was settled. My English teacher sent us off with a pass.

It was silent walking to the office but by the time we got there, the administrators were just as surprised as my English teacher and the liveliness filled the awkward silence.

They shoved us the box of roses and the two of us hurried out of there. My left hand was gripping one side of the box and his right gripped the other side. Walking back up, I said something to him.

I asked a question that would change my life. It would change my life so much that even now it makes me exasperated thinking of how much it impacted me.

"Do you want to be best friends?"