Maybe I love you

Pencil marks and doodles covered Kyri’s paper, instead of the math notes she should have been taking. Drawing elaborate hearts and stars, she pokes her lips in and makes the doodles perfect. She smiled bright, when her drawing of doodles of nothing were complete. She looked at the clock, to notice that it was not only time to leave school, but her best friend, Tristan was standing right there, chuckling at her.
“What the hell are you doing?” He asked, laughing. Kyri stuck her tongue out, shoved her drawing into her book and got up.
“None of your business. So what did Emi have to tell you this morning?” She said, changing the subject as fast as she could. Tristan just nodded and walked along Kyri’s side and said,
“Just that she wanted to be “friends” which is complete bullshit. She told me just the other day that she’s so happy that we’re together… and she almost said…” Kyri pushed her index finger to Tristan’s lips and stopped him. She knew that he didn’t want to say that one. Love.
Kyri and Tristan’s past was something she hated to speak about. They dated…a year prior to Emi and Tristan. To Kyri’s standards, they were deep in love, but Tristan had a whole different outlook on their relationship. He broke her heart, the night of their 5-month anniversary, telling her that it didn’t seem right to be dating. That he thought of her as his best friend…and not his girlfriend. Kyri was completely devastated…but didn’t show it. She just shrugged it off and said she felt the same, even if she didn’t.
She pulled her finger away and continued to walk, by Tristan’s side and they walked until they got to the bench outside of school. Tristan plopped himself down and Kyri, second laid her head on his lap, with her knees up as she fiddled with her necklace. They looked at each other and smiled.
So bad, did Kyri just want to lean up, and just kiss him gently. He was so amazing. She stared into his deep green eyes, and his saggy blonde hair. But alas, she couldn’t. She knew he wouldn’t approve, so she just sighed deeply and leaned her head down.
“What was that for?” Tristan asked. He stroked her perfectly straight brown hair and stared down at her. She moved her head upwards and shook her head. Tristan forced her up and laughed.
“Liar. What’s wrong; really tell me” Kyri really didn’t want to say…not to the least bit…but she couldn’t lie to that adorable face. So without thinking, she blurted everything.
“Okay so maybe I still like you a little. Or maybe I still like you a lot. Hell, Maybe I love you Tristan.” She said in one breath. She gasped and slapped her hand to her mouth and just sat there in shock. She never expected, but Tristan just smiled. He leaned in closer, to her ear and whispered
“Maybe I love you too”
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