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Our Story: Movie Date

After the kiss, it was never mentioned again. We actually seemed to grow closer he was becoming my best friend. We talked every single day, either through text, video call, or both. 

The semester concluded and the transition to summer we talked, even more, I remember the time at home before we departed for our summer jobs/internship we were on the phone all the time and we’ve never run out of things to talk about. After we both started working for the summer, our communication did slow down, but still talked every day. 

We had a couple of bumpy roads of him trying to escape the friend zone, but for some reason, I always kept pushing him right back in. I didn’t want to turn our friendship into a romantic relationship and ruin us, because I knew I was a toxic mess at the time. 

The following semester, I moved completely off-campus into a trap house. During all the chaos and mess going around in my head and around me, he was one of the few constant good things. Like I’ve said in previous posts he would always invite me out places, and I’d decline. Except for this one time, I thought it’s time for me to be a better friend to him since he was my bestie after all. I agreed to go see “It” with him, keep in mind I’m terrified of clowns. 

He comes to pick me up and go get some tacos before the movie, I absolutely love tacos and Mexican food! Everything is going perfectly, our normal good time together. When we are in the theatre, I’m freezing. One of my biggest downfalls in life is that I’m stubborn and prideful. So, not only was I scared, but also freezing. Something in me just refused to ask for his jacket or even to tell him I was cold. 

After the movie was over, he was making jokes about me being afraid, it’s one of our favorite past times to make fun of one another, but somehow I admitted that I was also cold as well. He just looked at me and shook his head, and said “you’re one stubborn bunny”, and from there the nickname bunny started to bloom. I’m sure he’s called me bunny in the past, but that time it really stuck in my mind. I feel like the movie date was the beginning of a new chapter in our relationship.

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Our Story: First Kiss

Our story continued after the summer and into the following semester. We occasionally texted each other, but it was more of a rare occasion. It wasn’t until the second semester that our friendship really started to blossom. 

We started to talk almost every day, which eventually led to every day. He would always try to make plans but I  would either cancel or just simply deny. I was really mean to him and kind of treated him like a pesky bug, but I always responded and did overall enjoy all of our conversations.

He would always ask to come over to my apartment, and I faithfully declined his request. This one night my roommates, who were also my closest friends were going out to some party or a mutual friend’s place, but I decided to stay home that night. Most likely because I didn’t feel like wearing makeup or getting cute. Of course, he and I were texting, and he asked to come over. I don’t know what was going on with my head, but I said yes. Honestly, I think we were both equally surprised.

Hanging out with him was always so easy, I never felt self-conscious or overthinking, but I just enjoyed his annoying company, and that night was no different. We had our normal random conversations, made jokes about each other, and then decided to watch a movie. He waited patiently as I took forever scrolling to find a movie we should watch, but eventually, he just made the decision.

At some point during the night, he felt that I was giving him signals to kiss me. According to him, which was recently revealed to me, I kept reapplying chapstick and that was the signal. He took me way off guard and I was not expecting him to kiss me. I, unfortunately, have a nervous laugh and then proceeded with my awkward smile.

My mind was racing and didn’t know exactly how to respond. I just knew I liked him but didn’t want anything romantic. I knew I couldn’t just stand there with an awkward smile and I had to say something. So, I  informed him, that we are just friends and kissing each other is not going to be a thing. I would love to read his mind and see how that night played out from his perspective.

Overall, after the awkward moment and me telling him the guidelines of how this is only going to be a platonic friendship; he respected my wishes and reluctantly agreed, but the best part was we went right back to our normal. We remained friends and allowing our story to continue blossom.

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Our Story: The Beginning

The beginning of our story is debatable, but I’m going to start when we first began to get to know each other. I was working on campus one summer as a Resident Assistant for a group of high school students. In reality, I was just a glorified camp counselor. I was working with three other college students, who I’ve seen around campus, but never really interacted with.

But this story is about one of them in particular, and how a relationship blossomed that I never saw coming. I previously met him through engineering, but don’t remember ever having a conversation, that’s why I’m starting with the summer. 

We were both Lead RAs and spent a lot of time together during the program. In the beginning, we were forced to be together, but before I knew it I looked forward to seeing his face and hearing his shady remarks. He used to drive me crazy and get on my last nerve, but for some reason, I still looked forward to hanging out with him. No matter how mean or how much I snapped at him, he still wanted to be around me. I remember so many random conversations about any and everything.

One day after dropping the HS students off to their class, we went to a computer lab to watch Lion King. I finally agreed to cornrow his hair, but keep in mind it was very short. So, after I did about three cornrows, I either lost interest or just gave up and left that man looking crazy. I don’t remember why I never finished his hair, but he’ll never let me forget that day. I admit that was wrong and mean of me, but one of these days I’ll make it up to him. Even though he’ll never admit it to me I know he loved his messed up hair deep down inside.

Our friendship always had a hint of flirtation, but that was just our personalities. Somehow our differences and strong personalities just made our friendship feel right and natural, it never required work. He always made me feel comfortable and safe to be my weird self. It was like a long lost friend, I was getting to know again. Even though at the end of the summer we didn’t talk as often and I thought we would probably never be that close, and only talk occasionally. The following semester I treasured the memories from the summer and enjoyed talking to him.


…But the summer was only the beginning of our story.