Let me tell you, Ohio is not for lovers.
How do I know? Two words:
Now she's a zombie.
It all started out just another Saturday night at Sonic's with Zeke
and Ryan. God Zeke was hot, even with those stupid 3D glasses on.
I'd actually come to like them - after seeing them for so long, they
looked cute. He got an extra thick shake. As always, I stole the
cherry. I flirted a bit. I've only liked him since the seventh grade.
Now our junior prom was coming up. I really wanted to ask him. It kind
of seemed like a bold statement though, me asking him. He, the hopeless
romantic and I, the best friend. Liking him was almost cliche.
I spaced thinking of ways to ask him to prom. It was a bold move, but
we were best friends. He would like me back. At least I think he
would. Maybe he wouldn't. Probably not. But I had to know.
I raised my head to ask him, but as the words slipped