Over the next few weeks, James and I worked on my script. He was a lot of help, and before I knew it, we finished in time to send it.
"Well, I guess all we can do now is wait," I said as we put it in the mailbox.
"I feel proud of what we did," James said.
"Me too. And I even put your name on it. You were a big help. Thanks, James."
"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
Later that night, Aiden called me wanting to know how writing was going.
"I finally finished. With the help of James, of course."
"Oh, sorry. He's this guy I met in drama club. We kinda share the same interests when it comes to theater. He helped me with my script."
"Oh, that's cool. So do you like him?"
"What? Aiden, he's just a friend."
"Uh huh. Sure."
"Oh, shut up, Aiden."
"Whatever. Goodnight, Anna."
James and I started hanging out more and more, and soon our friendship grew. We became great partners in drama club, and we sat together at lunch every day. I was having so much fun with James that I almost forgot about the contest.
When I dialed his cellphone, I was screaming inside. "Aiden, I won."