It's a shock when you look at him, really look at him, really look at him for the first time in forever. He's taller than you recall , hair a little darker, voice a little deeper thank you remember in your head, but he's him.
Apparently he can't be him without her. The red head with the kissable lips and the movie marathons that he documents on his snapchat. You find you don't like the red haired girl much, you believe it's down to the fact that she is so dark and he is so bright like a summer's day.
You realise this is not why you don't like the copper haired girl when you hear he is no longer a virgin. Your stomach twists and the small boy you knew all those years ago with the lame nicknames and sloppy kisses (your first) doesn't exist anymore. You decide you are sad because of the loss of an old friend. That's really not it at all.
One day he pokes you jokingly like he used to a long time ago, so in a fit of nostalgia you poke him back and dash away, but you look back because you always do and see a smirk on his lips. Your chest contracts and you tell yourself it's because you miss being friends with him. That's still not it.
You've been talking to him like you used to, the pair of you don't have a lot in common, but you could always talk. He and the ginger girl are still together, it still bothers you, but you are determined to think it's because she's not good enough for your friend. You wish that was it.
You want to go on an adventure, really you want to go on an adventure with him. That's how you find yourself being swept away into the night. He puts your escapade on his snapchat. You can't help, but think it looks better than the movie marathons. But the red head calls as you're walking into the darkness. She doesn't like him going on adventures without her. He's angry with her and it makes you disgustingly happy. He asks for your advice on his relationship, because you're his friend. You've never hated the word more and you know why.
They broke up he tells you. He seems unaffected, but you are freaking flying. He brings you down soon enough. Not days later is she on his snapchat again, sitting in his lap. You never liked snapchat very much. It hurts, it hurts so much and you're sure why, so are your friends. Everyone sees it, but him. You have never really been hurt before, it's not a nice feeling and you want it to go away so you make him go away. The loneliness is worse.
It takes a couple of weeks. A few arm brushes on the stairs and small smiles in the hallways. He misses you he says, that is enough. He is back with the red head and it still hurts and he still doesn't know why, but him pulling you out of the house for another adventure and midnight chats about anything and everything make up for it and you love him and that's enough. It has to be.