One of my best friends in 7th grade was a boy. He was pure trouble, but he always made me laugh and he was so sweet to me. Looking back, I guess he probably liked me, but I didn't like him like that because I was still really innocent and didn't have boyfriends. I wasn't allowed to have a boyfriend, so I guess I didn't bother to pick up on the signals he was throwing me. (The semi-love letters were apparently not enough for me to catch on.) My step-mom always told me that he was trouble and didn't like me being around him so much, but I didn't care what she thought. I thought he was awesome and I loved him (as a friend).
Another guy in our class had completely disrespected me (don't remember how) and my friend retaliated by requesting a song at a school dance that totally made the other guy look like he liked dudes. I don't remember how my friend did it, but it worked and everyone laughed.
He told me once that if I died, he would play "November Rain" at my funeral. I thought it was so sweet. I loved that song! I was so clueless. Listen to the words, man. How could I have not known? But what do you know at 13? I'll tell you what you know. You know how to stick up for your friends and you know a good song when you hear it.....all nine minutes. There's no one like Slash.
Here's a link to the video, if you feel like reminiscing.
http://youtu.be/8SbUC-UaAxE
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