Me and Mitchel went to the ice cream parlor across the street from where he lived. He had something important to tell me. He ordered my favorite ice cream and payed for all the food. Apparently, whatever it was it was going to be good. Maybe, finally he realized that I was the one for him. I wanted to go out with him for the longest time, but I just was never sure.
Mitchel opened the store door for me, and as I was walking outside I thanked him. We sat down outside near the front window of the parlor. It was silent, and peaceful. I was so exicted, and I couldn't wait. I just knew he had to like me. He had to. I mean we were meant for each other.
"Sheryl," he said nervously. That was a first, usually he called me Sher. Now I was getting scared, maybe whatever it was. Maybe it was serious, maybe he had troubles with someone or at home, or maybe he knew I liked him and he came to tell me he wasn't interested in me, or he had a girlfriend, or even he didn't want to be my friend anymore. Lots of things went through my mind, and I shock off everything. I was here to talk and not to think. Thinking is for daydreamers.
"Yes, Mitchel," I repiled, looking straight in his eyes. I could tell he was nervous, he was squirming around in his chair uncomfortably and fidgeting.
"T-T-There's something..." He stopped. "Something good happened to me, and I am not sure how to tell you."
"Oh," I said glumbly. So it wasn't him saying anything about our feelings or his feelings. "Just relax and---"
"I got the part." He muttered.
"What?"
"Remember I tried out for Oliver Oken for Hannah Montana," he asked me? I nodded. "Well, I made the part. Isn't this great?" He smiled.
"Ya, great.." I said sounding depressed more than ever. I was more mad at myself, because my feelings had officially won me over.
"What's wrong? I thought you would be happy for me."
"I am, it's just...You're gonna move and forget about me." Tears began to fall across my face.
"Oh, Sheryl, I could never forget about you..You're my best friend."
It was over, I told myself. He only saw me as a friend. I could feel my heart crack open, it was ripped in half and I just couldn't hold in any longer. I started crying.
"Sheryl, if it makes you feel this way, I won't take the job," he repiled, touching and rubbing my hand softly.
"I cantmake yougive up yourdreams," I chocked.
"So you want me to go?"
"Yes, I want you to follow your heart whatever it may go..."
He moved his hand away and stared down at his melting ice cream.
"Well, actually there's something else I've been shying away from.."
"What is it?" I asked inching closer to him so I could hear better.
"Sheryl, I---"
"O-M-G! You're Mitchel right?" A girl with brown hair, and brown eyes walked over.
"Yes," Mitchel repiled.
"Hi, I am Miley Cyrus." she repiled, just than a girl with blond hair walked over.
"Hey, Mitchel." The blond girl smiled, and he walked over to hug her.
"Hi, Emily." He said shyly.
I got up, knowing Emily was probably his girlfriend. They were hugging, and talking like they liked each other. And I couldn't risk hearing Mitchel say, "Hey, Sher. This is my gorgous girlfriend, Emily. Emily, this is my er..Friend." The er, would sound more like I was being called ugly.
I got up but Mitchel stopped me, "Where you going?" "I got to go home, I don't feel so good. Have fun in LA, with your girlfriend." I stomped off.
