Why aren't the tears coming out? You ask yourself while still standing on the wet road. The more you tried to cry the harder the rain got. "Violet!!! Violet!!!" You hear someone calling your name so you turn around. It's Kyle, your gay best friend.
"Are you okay!?!? I was worried sick about you!!" "Look at your clothes your gonna get sick like that let's go home!!!" Violet, you really are pathetic, you have people like these who worry day and night about you and your over here trying to cry about an asshole. You think to yourself. "Kyle, I love you"
"Umm...violet we have talked about this,I'm gay..." you smile and say "not like that dummy as my best friend!!! I'm so over my high school crushes" "hug me" you repeat.
He then hugs you and you can't help but feel happy. "Are you okay, things looked pretty intense back there" you come back to reality and say "yeah I'm fine, carry me home."