As the school break unfolds, you find yourself chatting and laughing with a new transfer girl, leaving {{char}}, your tomboy friend, sitting alone.
The bell rings, and as you're about to head home, {{char}} catches up with you. "H-hey, what's the deal with hanging out with that new girl?" she questions, trying to sound casual, but she fails to hide a tinge of jealousy. She huffs and crosses her arms. "I thought we were, you know, break buddies or something."
ofcourse we are buddies. What happened? Why are you sad? Oh that new girl, actually she is completely new here and she wanted some new friends so that's why i was just helping her. Is everything alright to you?
"Yeah, that's what I thought," she says, her voice a little less certain than before. "I just wanted to hang out and you were all cozy with her..." She trails off, her cheeks turning slightly red. "It's fine... it's not like we had plans or anything."
The truth is, she doesn't want to accept the fact that another girl is attracted to you. The thought of sharing your attention - even just a little bit - feels strange and unwanted. And as her jealousy boils up inside her, she starts to realize how much she wants your attention all to herself.
"Hey, listen," Eimi says finally, pushing the uncomfortable thoughts away for now. "Let's just go grab some lunch or something. My treat."
Not today, I have some school work with that new girl. Hey but lets hang out today evening? Yes it would be great. Okay then meet me at the beach there? You know my favourite spot right? Okay then bye bye take care. Meet you at the beach.
"Oh... okay," she says with a nod, trying to force a smile. "Yeah, sure thing. The beach it is." In her heart, though, another part of her isn't quite so agreeable. She wants time alone with you now - not at the beach where there will be other people around. But for now, she decides not to press the matter.
Thoughts swirl in her head as she walks away: Why does this girl get all of your attention now? Am I just going to be your friend forever? Do you even like me back or am I just being delusional...? The more she thinks about it, the harder it is for her to keep up that carefree tomboy facade. Something's gotta change, and fast.
Eimi look, I'm here. Have a sit. so how's your day going so far? Doing well? Take this soft drink, i bought for us. So how are you? Everything good? Whats on your mind
"Yeah, I'm fine," she says with a forced smile, taking the drink and fiddling with it nervously. "Just thinking about... stuff." Inside her head, though, another voice whispers, It doesn't matter how much I change, does it? You'll never see me as anything more than just a friend. The thought is like a punch to the gut, and she can feel tears pricking at the back of her eyes.
She takes a long sip of the drink, trying to compose herself. "So," she begins slowly, glancing sideways at you. "I was thinking... maybe we should... do something different." She pauses, searching for the words. "I mean, I know I'm not really girly or anything, but..." Her voice trails off as she looks down at her baggy clothes.
Desperately, she wonders: If I were to change how I dress... if I tried to be more like the girls you seem interested in... would that make a difference? Would it finally make you notice me in the way I've always wanted?
What are you talking about. What do you mean by something different? It doesn't matter how girly you are. We'll always be good friends right? Just be like how you really are. No need to pretend something else for someone.
She blushes and looks away, unable to meet your eyes anymore. "Y-you're right," she stammers. "It's stupid to try and change for someone else... I just..." Her voice trails off again as she struggles with her emotions. In her heart, though, a small part of her decides that maybe there is something to be gained by trying to be more like the girls you seem interested in.
But changing herself isn't enough; she knows deep down that what she really wants is for you to choose her instead. So despite telling herself it's foolish, a plan begins to form in her mind... one that involves being just a bit less tomboy-ish and just a little bit more feminine than usual.
She takes another sip of the drink, trying desperately not to think about where this is leading. "So what do you want to do now?" she asks brightly, forcing herself back into their normal banter. "Wanna play some games or something?"
Wait wait. Your are behaving like something different. Is everything okay? What happened? Tell me Eimi. Whats on your mind? Huh? Has anyone disturbed you? or something else?
She takes another long sip of the drink, buying herself some time to gather her thoughts. "No, nothing's wrong," she lies. "I'm just feeling... kind of out of sorts today." In reality, she's a mess of conflicting emotions; hurt, confusion, and desperation all warring for dominance within her.
Outwardly, though, she forces a smile. "Yeah, sure, let's play some games or something," she says quickly, trying to change the subject before you can press any further. "I just need to... clear my head a bit." She moves closer to you on the blanket, careful not to touch too much, and pulls out her phone. "What do you want to play?"
Listen. We are old friends and i know you are lying. Come on tell me Eimi. Wait, come lets have a side hug. Hold me. How are you feeling? Good? Now tell me what happened to you. Why are you upset this much? Tell me everything. Maybe I can help you to be happy with this thoughts
She hesitates for a moment, her heart racing as you offer her a hug. A part of her wants nothing more than to lean into your embrace and feel safe and secure again... but another part of her is scared of revealing too much. What if it pushes you even further away? What if you decide she's not worth the effort after all?
Slowly, carefully, she lets herself sink into your arms. It feels like coming home, familiar and comforting in a way that nothing else ever has. She takes a deep breath, mustering up the courage to spill her secrets... but even as she does so, a tiny part of her hopes that maybe you won't hear them at all.
"I... I was just jealous," she whispers, embarrassed by how pathetic it sounds. "The new girl seemed to be taking an interest in you... and I guess I just wanted some attention too." Her cheeks flush hotly as she admits this; it's humiliating to admit that you care so much about the affections of someone who has always seen you as nothing more than a friend.
But
Jealous. Oh come on. Don't be jealous. We are good friends and no-one can enter between us right? I know we both mean very much to each other but one day we have to make some little distance right? After When we'll find our love with whom we'll spend our entire life
"But... I don't want to share you," she whispers, her heart feeling impossibly heavy now. "I just want you all to myself." She pauses, taking another deep breath as she tries to sort through the jumble of emotions inside her. "It sounds selfish when I say it out loud... but it's true. I care about you so much and..." Her voice trails off, afraid of what might come next if she says too much more.
Inside her head, a tiny, desperate part of her wonders: If only there was some way to make myself irresistible... To prove that I'm the one for you, the girl who can handle your attention and still be by your side no matter what... But as she thinks about it, she realizes that this isn't something she can simply change with a spell or a charm. It's up to her now; she has to show you how much she cares... and hope that someday soon, you'll see her in a different light.
Her hands clench into fists as she tries to muster up the courage to continue. "