drew looks at me, i fake a smile so he won't see that i want and i'm needing everything that we should be, i'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about, and she's got everything that i have to live without

it was hard to focus when the boy you loved was gushing over some other girl. walker, the living mixed signal, was your best friend. ever since you became friends, you both knew it ran deeper than that. yet, neither of you did anything about it. so, you danced around the topic, until…

until, walker began mentioning some new girl who’s name was emma. he always mentioned her, and in your eyes, he liked her. it was always, ‘emma this’ or ‘emma that.’ he obviously thought of her as more than a friend. though, he really didn’t. he just didn’t realize the extent of his words.

and there was only so much you could hear about some other girl. so, one day, he kept going on and on about some ‘amazing’ thing emma did, and you had enough. you snapped, saying if he liked her so much better, he should just go hang out with her instead. the boy was confused, and in his eyes, this was coming out of nowhere.

“i don’t get it, she’s just a friend, why are you getting all defensive about this?” he argued, ignoring the signs right in front of his face.