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I sat down to my computer for the thousandth time that day. I had no idea why I continued to torment myself when no one had replied all day, but I couldn’t resist the urge to log in yet again and see if anything awaited me.  As expected there was nothing. Only one person really ever did respond, and he always had a date on Saturday.
    Sundays were my day with him. His name was Daemyn, and he was my best friend. I had met him in seventh grade when he rescued me from a crowd of bullies who then bullied him into ninth grade. Over the summer of ninth grade, Daemyn became very good looking, and when all the girls started to like him, the bullying stopped.  Of course, I already liked him before this. But I could never tell him--especially not now.
    At the bottom of the computer screen, a little window popped up. Daemyn’s name was on top of the window and below that, it said, Hey Kadi!
    Daemyn? I responded. What are you doing on?
    Nothing much . But I saw that you were on and wanted to say hi. Hi .
    I giggled. His responses were always so cute, and he always used too many emoticons.
    What happened to your date? I asked.
    Um...it was cancelled.
    Was it now?
    Yeah, anyway, mind if I come over? I could use some Kadi time .
    Lol. Sure .
    Nearly two seconds after I said, Sure the doorbell rang.  I was slightly taken aback but it was obvious he had been sitting in my driveway on his laptop. So I ran downstairs and answered the door.
    “You could’ve just called,” I said with a smile. “Or just rang the doorbell.”
    “I know,” he replied, holding his arms out for a hug, “but that was the easiest way to make sure you were home.”
    I leaned back from the hug feeling slightly insulted. “How did you know I would be on?”
    He chuckled. “Kadi, you’re always on.”
    “Ugh, your right. Wanna go somewhere?”
    “Sure. Where to?”

We drove around in his car until our favorite coffee shop came into view and pulled into the parking lot. As we did every time we wanted coffee, Daemyn and I argued about who would buy this time. I had bought last time, but there was no way I would let him win this time either. And after several rounds of rock paper scissors, I won again. Of course, he said he only wanted the twelve ounce coffee, but I ordered the twenty-four ounce for him. We would most likely sit there until closing around eleven so there was no reason he shouldn’t have enough coffee to sustain him.
    “Kadi!” he complained. “Stop that! If you keep buying me these extreme size coffees, you’ll go broke.”
    “I have a job. It’s no big deal.”
    He glared at me briefly before it turned into a laugh. “All right, what did you do today?”
    “You know what I did today. What I wanna know is what you did today. You always have a date on Saturday. What happened?”
    “I cancelled it.”
    “Wait! Wait! Wait! You cancelled? I thought she would have.”
    Daemyn remained silent for a long moment.  “I...just wanted a...free Saturday.”
    I stared at him confused for a second. What, on earth, did that mean? He wanted a free Saturday? I thought going on a date was a free Saturday to him.
    The silence between us grew even more prolonged until he finally broke it by saying, “Kadi, you’re still staring.”
    “What?” My daydreams were interrupted by a pair of frosty green eyes suddenly filling my vision. He was there, looking even cuter than in my thoughts, and searching my face. “Oh, um, sorry.”
    He smiled. “I know you’re thinking that a date is a free Saturday for me, but I felt like not entertaining a girl this weekend.”
    “So--I’m not a girl?” My smile was mischievous.
    He was shocked and dismayed. “I’m sorry! That is not what I meant! Forgive me?”
    I pretended to think about it long enough to torture him. Then I sighed. “Yeah, you’re forgiven.” I snickered when he sighed with relief.
    As another silence erupted between us, I sipped at my coffee and thought about what he had just said. I was still very confused. I mean, in ninth grade, he was so excited that the girls all liked him. He told me he was also happy that it would be easier to protect me from bullies if he was popular. That I just laughed at. I had put up with bullying for all of junior high; it wasn’t going to bother me in high school. And, now, he didn’t want to go out with—whomever—it was this week. I was confused even more that we had been friends for nearly six years, and I was still unable to figure him out.
    “Kadi?” Daemyn said. “Why don’t you ever date?”
    My brow creased, and I gave him a puzzled look. “Um...I haven’t thought about it that much... Why do you ask?”
    He hesitated before he answered, “N-no reason. I just wondered...since we were kinda on the topic of dating.”
    “U-huh...” Now I was just bewildered by him. In all our six years together, he never once said such strange things.
    Another long pause of stillness until he asked, “You wanna go to a movie?”

So that’s what we did. I didn’t pay much attention to the movie—I’m not even sure what it was called—because I had no clue why he asked me to go in the first place. I hadn’t even fought him when he paid for my ticket. (I still regret that by the way.)
    Anyway, the movie ended sooner than I anticipated and suddenly, I was standing on the sidewalk waiting for Daemyn to pull the car around.  I had just enough time while waiting to wonder why I hadn’t just walked with him before he was holding the door open for me. I smiled at him and at my having wasted the time given to me to think about what he was thinking. Then I sat down in the front seat and waited for him to get back in.
    “What time is it?” he asked.
    “I dunno,” I responded. “Turn the car on. There’s a thing somewhere in here that tells you stuff like that.”
    “Ha ha. I just wondered so we could maybe go back to the coffee shop.”
    “Oh. Well that sounds good to me no matter what time it is.”
    And, we found ourselves arguing over who buys the coffee again.
    “You are not paying again!” he argued.
    “You just paid for my movie! And, besides, it’s not like we’re getting serious size coffees again.” I folded my arms, cocking my head to one side. I wasn’t going to lose this time either.
    “Well, you get to pay two times in a row; I get to pay two times in a row!” He folded his arms, completely mirroring me.
    We glared at each other until Daemyn pulled out his wallet, slapped his money on the counter, and pinned my arms to my sides.  He told the barista our order over my head while she stifled giggles the whole time she put the money in the register. After that, Daemyn released me.
    “You cheated.”
    “There’s no cheating in this game because there are no rules.”
    I scowled, and, as is typical of the loser, I laughed.

The coffee shop stayed open until midnight for us, but then I had to get home before my parents freaked.
    Daemyn pulled up to the curb in front of my house.  I reached for the door handle and pulled it up, but Daemyn grabbed my wrist.  I turned back to look at him, and I was surprised to see a tiny bit of...hope?...in his eyes.
    “I have a confession to make,” he began. “I lied about cancelling my date.”
    “Really?” I was just getting sarcastic now. “I thought so.”
    “Well...don’t you want to know my reasoning?”
    Pretending to think about it, I said, “Yeah, I supposed I do.”
    “Well...it really wasn’t because I wanted a free Saturday.” He looked down, as if he was embarrassed or something.
    I really didn’t like to see him like that so I giggled. “I assumed as much.”
    “Kadi, please?”
    “I’m...sorry. Please continue.” It was then that I notice he hadn’t let go of my wrist. My stomach was suddenly full of butterflies.
    “Anyway...that was just an excuse because I—“ He broke off so I tried to give him an encouraging look without interrupting.
    Then, without warning, the distance between Daemyn and me closed and he was kissing me. I was so taken by surprise that I didn’t even kiss him back.
    “I think I love you, Kadi.”
    My eyes widened. I must’ve looked shocked, but I was actually really happy. Tears formed in my eyes, and Daemyn was clearly upset now.
    He sat back, putting his hands back on the wheel. “I shouldn’t have told you. You don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
    “No,” I said and he looked at me again. “I’m just...really happy.”
    My tears spilled over when his sadness became joy again. He kissed me once more, and I was able to kiss him back.  I could feel the overwhelming joy radiating in the kiss, and it spilled over, filling me with the same joy and happiness.

:D (Big Grin) — Description
I sat down to my computer for the thousandth time that day. I had no idea why I continued to torment myself when no one had replied all day, but I couldn’t resist the urge to log in yet again and see if anything awaited me.  As expected there was nothing. Only one person really ever did respond, and he always had a date on Saturday.
    Sundays were my day with him. His name was Daemyn, and he was my best friend. I had met him in seventh grade when he rescued me from a crowd of bullies who then bullied him into ninth grade. Over the summer of ninth grade, Daemyn became very good looking, and when all the girls started to like him, the bullying stopped.  Of course, I already liked him before this. But I could never tell him--especially not now.
    At the bottom of the computer screen, a little window popped up. Daemyn’s name was on top of the window and below that, it said, Hey Kadi!
    Daemyn? I responded. What are you doing on?
    Nothing much . But I saw that you were on and wanted to say hi. Hi .
    I giggled. His responses were always so cute, and he always used too many emoticons.
    What happened to your date? I asked.
    Um...it was cancelled.
    Was it now?
    Yeah, anyway, mind if I come over? I could use some Kadi time .
    Lol. Sure .
    Nearly two seconds after I said, Sure the doorbell rang.  I was slightly taken aback but it was obvious he had been sitting in my driveway on his laptop. So I ran downstairs and answered the door.
    “You could’ve just called,” I said with a smile. “Or just rang the doorbell.”
    “I know,” he replied, holding his arms out for a hug, “but that was the easiest way to make sure you were home.”
    I leaned back from the hug feeling slightly insulted. “How did you know I would be on?”
    He chuckled. “Kadi, you’re always on.”
    “Ugh, your right. Wanna go somewhere?”
    “Sure. Where to?”

We drove around in his car until our favorite coffee shop came into view and pulled into the parking lot. As we did every time we wanted coffee, Daemyn and I argued about who would buy this time. I had bought last time, but there was no way I would let him win this time either. And after several rounds of rock paper scissors, I won again. Of course, he said he only wanted the twelve ounce coffee, but I ordered the twenty-four ounce for him. We would most likely sit there until closing around eleven so there was no reason he shouldn’t have enough coffee to sustain him.
    “Kadi!” he complained. “Stop that! If you keep buying me these extreme size coffees, you’ll go broke.”
    “I have a job. It’s no big deal.”
    He glared at me briefly before it turned into a laugh. “All right, what did you do today?”
    “You know what I did today. What I wanna know is what you did today. You always have a date on Saturday. What happened?”
    “I cancelled it.”
    “Wait! Wait! Wait! You cancelled? I thought she would have.”
    Daemyn remained silent for a long moment.  “I...just wanted a...free Saturday.”
    I stared at him confused for a second. What, on earth, did that mean? He wanted a free Saturday? I thought going on a date was a free Saturday to him.
    The silence between us grew even more prolonged until he finally broke it by saying, “Kadi, you’re still staring.”
    “What?” My daydreams were interrupted by a pair of frosty green eyes suddenly filling my vision. He was there, looking even cuter than in my thoughts, and searching my face. “Oh, um, sorry.”
    He smiled. “I know you’re thinking that a date is a free Saturday for me, but I felt like not entertaining a girl this weekend.”
    “So--I’m not a girl?” My smile was mischievous.
    He was shocked and dismayed. “I’m sorry! That is not what I meant! Forgive me?”
    I pretended to think about it long enough to torture him. Then I sighed. “Yeah, you’re forgiven.” I snickered when he sighed with relief.
    As another silence erupted between us, I sipped at my coffee and thought about what he had just said. I was still very confused. I mean, in ninth grade, he was so excited that the girls all liked him. He told me he was also happy that it would be easier to protect me from bullies if he was popular. That I just laughed at. I had put up with bullying for all of junior high; it wasn’t going to bother me in high school. And, now, he didn’t want to go out with—whomever—it was this week. I was confused even more that we had been friends for nearly six years, and I was still unable to figure him out.
    “Kadi?” Daemyn said. “Why don’t you ever date?”
    My brow creased, and I gave him a puzzled look. “Um...I haven’t thought about it that much... Why do you ask?”
    He hesitated before he answered, “N-no reason. I just wondered...since we were kinda on the topic of dating.”
    “U-huh...” Now I was just bewildered by him. In all our six years together, he never once said such strange things.
    Another long pause of stillness until he asked, “You wanna go to a movie?”

So that’s what we did. I didn’t pay much attention to the movie—I’m not even sure what it was called—because I had no clue why he asked me to go in the first place. I hadn’t even fought him when he paid for my ticket. (I still regret that by the way.)
    Anyway, the movie ended sooner than I anticipated and suddenly, I was standing on the sidewalk waiting for Daemyn to pull the car around.  I had just enough time while waiting to wonder why I hadn’t just walked with him before he was holding the door open for me. I smiled at him and at my having wasted the time given to me to think about what he was thinking. Then I sat down in the front seat and waited for him to get back in.
    “What time is it?” he asked.
    “I dunno,” I responded. “Turn the car on. There’s a thing somewhere in here that tells you stuff like that.”
    “Ha ha. I just wondered so we could maybe go back to the coffee shop.”
    “Oh. Well that sounds good to me no matter what time it is.”
    And, we found ourselves arguing over who buys the coffee again.
    “You are not paying again!” he argued.
    “You just paid for my movie! And, besides, it’s not like we’re getting serious size coffees again.” I folded my arms, cocking my head to one side. I wasn’t going to lose this time either.
    “Well, you get to pay two times in a row; I get to pay two times in a row!” He folded his arms, completely mirroring me.
    We glared at each other until Daemyn pulled out his wallet, slapped his money on the counter, and pinned my arms to my sides.  He told the barista our order over my head while she stifled giggles the whole time she put the money in the register. After that, Daemyn released me.
    “You cheated.”
    “There’s no cheating in this game because there are no rules.”
    I scowled, and, as is typical of the loser, I laughed.

The coffee shop stayed open until midnight for us, but then I had to get home before my parents freaked.
    Daemyn pulled up to the curb in front of my house.  I reached for the door handle and pulled it up, but Daemyn grabbed my wrist.  I turned back to look at him, and I was surprised to see a tiny bit of...hope?...in his eyes.
    “I have a confession to make,” he began. “I lied about cancelling my date.”
    “Really?” I was just getting sarcastic now. “I thought so.”
    “Well...don’t you want to know my reasoning?”
    Pretending to think about it, I said, “Yeah, I supposed I do.”
    “Well...it really wasn’t because I wanted a free Saturday.” He looked down, as if he was embarrassed or something.
    I really didn’t like to see him like that so I giggled. “I assumed as much.”
    “Kadi, please?”
    “I’m...sorry. Please continue.” It was then that I notice he hadn’t let go of my wrist. My stomach was suddenly full of butterflies.
    “Anyway...that was just an excuse because I—“ He broke off so I tried to give him an encouraging look without interrupting.
    Then, without warning, the distance between Daemyn and me closed and he was kissing me. I was so taken by surprise that I didn’t even kiss him back.
    “I think I love you, Kadi.”
    My eyes widened. I must’ve looked shocked, but I was actually really happy. Tears formed in my eyes, and Daemyn was clearly upset now.
    He sat back, putting his hands back on the wheel. “I shouldn’t have told you. You don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
    “No,” I said and he looked at me again. “I’m just...really happy.”
    My tears spilled over when his sadness became joy again. He kissed me once more, and I was able to kiss him back.  I could feel the overwhelming joy radiating in the kiss, and it spilled over, filling me with the same joy and happiness.