I Love You
I cried as I stood next to him in the hospitial bed. I wanted to tell him how much I loved him and how much he ment to me, but the tears were not allowing the words to come out of my mouth. I grabbed his hand, it was cold, and rubbed the back of his palm hoping he knew that it was me. As I stood there staring at the young man that I was in love with, I wondered if he was even going to live. I leaned forward and placed a simple kiss on his cheek and walked out of the ICU room.
~Three years previous~
I walked into my eighth grade English class and there he stood in the same place he was every single time I walked into that class. He was standing in the front of the room, messing with one of my friends who was sitting on the teachers spinning chair. He was spinning her in circles and then he looked up and saw me walk into the room, "Hey! Look, the blonde decieded to show up!"
"Jaleel, shut up no one likes you! You continue to act like a jerk, then I will just have KelCee beat you up." I say to him, you have to keep in mind, he is deathly afraid of KelCee.
"Im sorry Bree. I didnt mean it." He says with a huge grin on his face.
I walk up to him and I punch him in the shoulder. It kinda hurt my hand, but I did not let him know that.
Me and Jaleel had met through my ex-boyfriend David. They were best friends and I got Jaleel's number through him and then me and Jaleel kinda just hit it off. We talked everyday and he got enjoyment out of giving me a hard time. He was relentless. It was more then half way through our eighth grade year in Junior High, and we had just started talking at the beginning of that year, but I started to have a crush on Jaleel. I never told anyone because he was not the most popular kid on campus, but he deffinitly knew how to treat a girl.
Every day after school, the first thing that I would do was pull out my phone and text him, if he had not already texted me first. Everytime he would send me a message, I could feel my face turn a million different shades of red and I could feel a huge grin appear on my face. He made me feel different, I had never felt like this before, and trust me i had like a few guys, but no crush ever made me feel like this. My mom would tease me about liking him and I would just deny it.
One day, the summer before our freshman year, I told my mom that I liked him. She supported me. All I had ever wanted from that day forward was him to ask me out. No, me and Jaleel had not known eachother for that long, but we deffinitly knew everything there was to know about eachother. We confided in eachother for everything. We told eachother everything. We deffinitly were best friends and we both knew it.