"I guess thats a no," he said sadly.
"Look, Greg, its kind of complicated, but.." I said.
"Whatever Emily," Greg said, stood up, threw the rose in the garbage, and walked away.
I felt horrible. I mean, I was shocked when I saw him, and I wanted to say no because like I have said before, he is my best friend! What if we broke up and never wanted to talk to each other again?! How could I possibly live with that? I just moped through the rest of the day, not wanting to talk to anyone. I came home and logged into instant message and Greg was online. I jumped, ecstatic, maybe now I could finally talk to him. So I sent him a message, and then he logged off. My shoulders slumped. I already feel horrible.
So, now its March, past February, that day is done. But, I keep replaying everything that happened over and over in my head. Layla told me I just needed to forget about it, and Greg would go back to being my best friend. So, I have given him some space these past few weeks, and its getting on my nerves to not be able to talk to Greg. I tried talking to Tom but I guess that Greg recruited him, so, I have lost two best friends. Great. So, I was sitting in bed last night, just thinking. Of course, my thoughts fluttered over to the day of the dance, and I replayed each and every moment. Gosh, Greg must have been a nervous wreck, I mean, its gotta be hard to get up the nerves to go and ask a girl out, especially if she is your best friend. Man, I feel really bad about turning Greg down, I wish I had said yes...
WAIT!
Why did I just say that? I wish I had said yes. I thought of his brown hair and his dimple and oh how his eyes were absolutely gorgeous...
Hold on, this is Greg we are talking about.
Yes Greg. Holy cow, I have a crush on Greg.
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We are in an airplane, flying down to Florida. Its March, March Madness for all you college basketball fans. Sam plays basketball for the Florida Gators, if you didn't already know that, so we are going to see one of the games. You know, I could really get used to Sam being in college. Not having him bother me anymore, getting COURT-SIDE seats at a March Madness game because we are family, man, life is good.
So, the Gators are playing the Connecticut Huskies, which I can already tell will be an easy game for the Gators to win, knock on wood. We have about twenty minutes before we land. Gosh, I'm excited, so excited that I am hardly thinking about Greg. NO! I will not think about Greg while I am here at this game tonight, because I am here to have fun, and not worry about 7th grade drama. So there. Although Greg is really good looking, I will not think about him tonight.
As we walk into the basketball court, music is pumping louder than any concert I have ever been to. I flash my court-side ticket to the ticket checker guy and stroll down the basketball court, plopping down into one of those seats. I watch as eyes envy me, and I smile. This is what I look forward too, having fun at a basketball game, a March Madness one to boot. Sam comes out in his Gators uniform, and all the Gators fans in the stadiums cheer. Sam smiles and waves, then walks over to my mom, dad, and me.
"Hey guys, glad you could make it," he says, glaring at me. I didn't do anything this time, I swear.
"Emily, please don't get hurt while your here. I heard that you dislocated your shoulder," he said, smiling at me.
"Haha, very funny Sam. How could I possibly get hurt at a basketball game?" I asked running through all the possibilities at the same time in my head.
"Well, Coach is calling, gotta run. See you guys after the Gators destroy the Huskies," Sam says, then saunters away.
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The game is going really well, I'm enjoying myself. The score is 67-53 Gators. Sam has made many of those 67 points. I keep worrying about what Sam said, and I especially got scared when I saw one of his teammates dive head first into the audience on the other end of the court. Holy cow, I thought, what if one of them dives into me? Would I get hurt? Nah, I thought, I'm not that unlucky. There is only a minute and a half left of the game, and I don't want to horn the Gators, but they are totally going to win. Sam makes a 3-pointer and I jump and scream. I look to the person behind me and say, "That's my brother."
The guy just nods, since that is the 7th time I have told him. I noticed how he didn't come back from half-time for a while, guess the hot dog line was long. He whispers to his wife and they get up and get ready to leave. As he is walking out the door, I call out to him, "Hope you had fun! Bye!" He turns and scowls at me. I hang my head in shame and sit back down.
Gosh, Sam is really good at basketball. Even though he is just a freshman, I see some NBA guy talking to his Coach, maybe about Sam. Hopefully, I thought, then I could go around saying that my brother is a basketball player in the NBA! Haha, I thought, but I would be happy for Sam too. That's an awesome opportunity. Sam wouldn't appreciate my sense of humor, but Greg totally would. Greg.
I start to think about how it is so terrible that I have a crush on him, but how could I help myself? He is really good looking. I try and stop myself and pay attention to the last 30 seconds of the game, but I just can't. His eyes are what get me, and his sense of humor! I would totally vote for Greg for the Class Clown award next year. As I am going on in my fantasy, I get snapped out by hearing, Emily, Emily duck! I blink my eyes, confused for a second, but it isn't a long second, because I black out again, as the round orange ball comes flying towards my head. Gosh, who knew a basketball was THAT big?
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I wake up in the hospital, and my head hurts like crazy. I look around and see flowers all over the hospital room. I pick my arm up to touch my forehead, but it hurts. There is a big bandage on it, but it apparently isn't helping. The bandage on my head is doing about as much good as a Band-Aid would do on a bruise.
"Hey, she's up," I hear Sam call, and then he strolls into the room, shaking his head.
"My goodness Emily, you didn't believe me I guess? You got a concussion."
Then he holds up two newspapers, local and a newspaper from home. I am on the front cover of them both. Its an embarrassing picture of that humongous basketball smacking me in the face and me falling backwards. Well, I guess its a good thing that guy behind me left, or he would have had more to scowl about.
Sam laughs.
"Lets count how many times you have gotten hurt this past year. Well, you fell off of The Tree, you fell out of a window, you dislocated your shoulder, and you got hit in the head by a basketball. At this rate Em, your going to have more injuries than Mr. Bump. As soon as you get one cast off, you get another one on."
He laughs at me.
"I'm sorry," I say, thinking immediately of the NBA guy standing there talking to Sam's Coach. How much more could I ruin, I think to myself? Might as well just disappear off the face of the Earth.
"Oh Em, I'm just teasing you know," Sam says, and reaches out to hug me.
"But what about the NBA guy I saw," I said, fighting back tears.
"Well, I think that your concussion gave me a boost, because he apparently thought I was a great person leaving the game to go and take care of my little sister. So thanks Em, you may have guaranteed me a spot on an NBA team!" Sam says.
I grunt. Of course, my pain is another one's gain.
"Come on Em, don't be so sensitive," Sam says, then he adds, "Oh ya, Greg called, he told me to tell you to call him back as soon as possible. It sounded important."
Holy cow, Greg called. I jump out my bed and go dashing out of the hospital room. Why am I sitting in there when Greg called and wanted to talk to me? I would rather talk to him then sit in a place I have been a little too accustomed to lately. I pick up the pay phone and dial Greg's number. The phone rings and I hear his voice, and my heart picks up a little.
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"Haha, very funny Sam. How could I possibly get hurt at a basketball game?" I asked running through all the possibilities at the same time in my head.
"Well, Coach is calling, gotta run. See you guys after the Gators destroy the Huskies," Sam says, then saunters away.
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The game is going really well, I'm enjoying myself. The score is 67-53 Gators. Sam has made many of those 67 points. I keep worrying about what Sam said, and I especially got scared when I saw one of his teammates dive head first into the audience on the other end of the court. Holy cow, I thought, what if one of them dives into me? Would I get hurt? Nah, I thought, I'm not that unlucky. There is only a minute and a half left of the game, and I don't want to horn the Gators, but they are totally going to win. Sam makes a 3-pointer and I jump and scream. I look to the person behind me and say, "That's my brother."
The guy just nods, since that is the 7th time I have told him. I noticed how he didn't come back from half-time for a while, guess the hot dog line was long. He whispers to his wife and they get up and get ready to leave. As he is walking out the door, I call out to him, "Hope you had fun! Bye!" He turns and scowls at me. I hang my head in shame and sit back down.
Gosh, Sam is really good at basketball. Even though he is just a freshman, I see some NBA guy talking to his Coach, maybe about Sam. Hopefully, I thought, then I could go around saying that my brother is a basketball player in the NBA! Haha, I thought, but I would be happy for Sam too. That's an awesome opportunity. Sam wouldn't appreciate my sense of humor, but Greg totally would. Greg.
I start to think about how it is so terrible that I have a crush on him, but how could I help myself? He is really good looking. I try and stop myself and pay attention to the last 30 seconds of the game, but I just can't. His eyes are what get me, and his sense of humor! I would totally vote for Greg for the Class Clown award next year. As I am going on in my fantasy, I get snapped out by hearing, Emily, Emily duck! I blink my eyes, confused for a second, but it isn't a long second, because I black out again, as the round orange ball comes flying towards my head. Gosh, who knew a basketball was THAT big?
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I wake up in the hospital, and my head hurts like crazy. I look around and see flowers all over the hospital room. I pick my arm up to touch my forehead, but it hurts. There is a big bandage on it, but it apparently isn't helping. The bandage on my head is doing about as much good as a Band-Aid would do on a bruise.
"Hey, she's up," I hear Sam call, and then he strolls into the room, shaking his head.
"My goodness Emily, you didn't believe me I guess? You got a concussion."
Then he holds up two newspapers, local and a newspaper from home. I am on the front cover of them both. Its an embarrassing picture of that humongous basketball smacking me in the face and me falling backwards. Well, I guess its a good thing that guy behind me left, or he would have had more to scowl about.
Sam laughs.
"Lets count how many times you have gotten hurt this past year. Well, you fell off of The Tree, you fell out of a window, you dislocated your shoulder, and you got hit in the head by a basketball. At this rate Em, your going to have more injuries than Mr. Bump. As soon as you get one cast off, you get another one on."
He laughs at me.
"I'm sorry," I say, thinking immediately of the NBA guy standing there talking to Sam's Coach. How much more could I ruin, I think to myself? Might as well just disappear off the face of the Earth.
"Oh Em, I'm just teasing you know," Sam says, and reaches out to hug me.
"But what about the NBA guy I saw," I said, fighting back tears.
"Well, I think that your concussion gave me a boost, because he apparently thought I was a great person leaving the game to go and take care of my little sister. So thanks Em, you may have guaranteed me a spot on an NBA team!" Sam says.
I grunt. Of course, my pain is another one's gain.
"Come on Em, don't be so sensitive," Sam says, then he adds, "Oh ya, Greg called, he told me to tell you to call him back as soon as possible. It sounded important."
Holy cow, Greg called. I jump out my bed and go dashing out of the hospital room. Why am I sitting in there when Greg called and wanted to talk to me? I would rather talk to him then sit in a place I have been a little too accustomed to lately. I pick up the pay phone and dial Greg's number. The phone rings and I hear his voice, and my heart picks up a little.
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Hello all, I hoped you enjoyed this month. Kind of a let down after the excitement of February huh? Haha. Just remember that I LOVE comments, so please add comments! Become a follower, just show me you like my blog! I love feedback, so give me lots of it! Have a nice month, lets go Ducks! (although I don't have much faith)
-Megan
