"Hey, Skye!" she said, smiling. Skye was wearing a pair of jeans and a sweater, but looked just as nice as she did in a skirt.
"I wanted to talk to you, but I was running late and I didn't get a chance to, and I need to talk!" Skye said quickly, running out of breath. Mignette looked at her with puzzled amusement.
"Well, right now I'm going to English Lit, but you can tell me about it while we walk," she said.
"Okay," Skye said. She took a deep breath, and said, "IthinkI'minlovewithmybestfriend."
"Whaaaaat?" Mignette asked.
"Well, okay, so...I think he's still my best friend. He WAS. But I'm not sure anymore. Not after what I did last night anyhow," Skye rambled.
Mignette shook her head. "What did you do last night? Who are you talking about?"
"TAYLOR," Skye cried, looking pitifully at Mignette. Mignette sucked in a breath but nodded.
"Okay, so what about Taylor?"
"I think...I think I could like him...as in more than just a friendly way," Skye whispered.
Mignette nodded. "And what did you do to him last night?"
"He called, and I completely blew up on him. And...I told him I didn't want to help him with his brother's party," she said with a mournful tone. Mignette raised an eyebrow.
"Skye, he probably just thinks your on your rag," she said practically.
Skye looked at her quizzically. "Really?"
"Yeah," Mignette said reassuringly. "I mean, when girls act like that, guys automatically assume..."
Skye stopped. "But what if...what if telling him I didn't want to help was the truth?"
"That's okay, too," Mignette said. "I mean, it's his brother's party. Not HIS."
"But he invited me to help HIM with it," Skye explained.
"Well... Wait, you DON'T want to help HIM?" Mignette asked.
"Well...I don't know. I mean, I want to. But I'm afraid if I do, I'll do something stupid like...kiss him," Skye said nervously.
Mignette looked at her like she had just taken all of her clothes off and begun to run around acting like a wild turkey. "That's stupid? Is Taylor not the gorgeous blond?"
"Well, he's blond...I don't know about gorgeous," Skye muttered.
"And you DON'T want to kiss him?" Mignette asked.
"That's just it. I WANT to. But I don't think HE wants to. I mean, I could completely screw up our friendship. If I kissed him, he'd think I was totally weird," she said. "And we'd probably be so awkward from then on that...we'd just not be friends anymore. He's too important for me to lose."
Mignette looked at her now with a mixture of awe and sorrow. "He really matters that much to you?"
"Yeah," Skye squeaked.
Just then, the tardy bell rang. Skye looked up guiltily. "I just made you late for English Lit."
"Screw English Lit. I want to hear more about you and Taylor," Mignette said.
The two walked to the atrium. Skye telling her about growing up next door, and then him moving away. Best friends til the end. Or at least, she had thought so until she had begun to feel butterflies in her stomach everytime she saw him. They sat down on a bench.
"So, what do I do now?" Skye asked.
"You really don't want to get with him that way?" Mignette asked.
"I do...but I just CAN'T," Skye replied.
"I've got an idea..."
