Forever The Best Friend [Completed]

Chapter 8 - I MASH Play MASH

Be there in 2 minutes. Ed texted.

Until now, I still couldn't understand how he could be such in timing! I was just thinking about him a few seconds ago, and now, boom! He texted. Sometimes, I even wonder if he could read my head. But then I knew that he couldn't, since until now he doesn't know that I like him.

Oh correction. I love him.

I knew Ed would ask about the conversation mom and I had, so I knew I had to think of what I should say to him when he gets here. Something he would believe.

After a few minutes of debating with myself, as crazy as that is, I finally decided not telling Ed our whole conversation. I decided to leave out the part where my mom somehow convinced me to want to go to prom. And up until now, I'm still choosing whether to go or not.

Sure. I replied.

Ed is always on time. If not on time, 15 seconds late. He actually only gets late to class because of me. Yeah, I know. Best. Friend. Ever. But, other than that, he is always on time. He could've been Mr. Punctual if it wasn't for me. But oh well, that's what friends are for, right?

He's sacrificing being early, just for me. I'm sacrificing my few minutes of more heavenly sleep to wake up early, just for him.

Now, we're equal.

After exactly two minutes after he texted that he would be here, the door bell finally rang.

Told you he's always on time.

I got up from the couch I've been sitting on for almost an hour, which made my butt hurt real bad, and walked towards the door to open it for him.

When I swung the door open, he faced me with a sneaky grin on his face. "How was it?" He asked in a increasing tone.

I stepped aside and gestured for him to come in. "Get inside and I'll tell you." I said and sighed. It's not yet even evening, yet I'm already tired for the day.

He followed immediately. But, instead of going to the living room, he went upstairs straight towards my room. His favorite place on the house, he said, since it is where he could sleep and snore, and no one would judge him.

Well, I would. But that's just my little secret.

I rolled my eyes at him and ran upstairs to catch up, but when I took my first step on the stairs, he was already inside my room.

I didn't know I had a cheetah for a best friend.

I groaned and walked towards my room as well. I was already exhausted, and there was Ed adding my exhaustion to death.

I opened the door of my room and saw Ed laying comfortably on my bed. ON MY BED.

"You sure you don't want to live here instead?" I asked in sarcasm. Seriously, if me wasn't me (if that makes sense, which I guess not), I would've actually thought that he lives here. I mean, everyday he's here, you would see him have meals with us, and mom treats him like he's her own son.

"I would love to." He replied. "But I don't want to live in a house where I could smell your stinky socks every morning when I wake up." He joked. Well, I hoped it was a joke.

I hurriedly picked up a pillow that somehow was on the floor and threw it at him. I hit bullseye on his face.

He kept laughing and laughing while I continued slapping the pillow on every part of his body, even though I knew it didn't hurt him even a single bit.