Where does this go.

Two people; one boy and one girl, sat on the edge of the sidewalk, under a dim street lamp. Night had fallen hours ago, and silence consumed suburbia.

Until she spoke.

"I'm tired of this."

The boy stayed silent as she continued.

"What are we even doing, you know? I wish I was like those other girls and could figure out if your playing me or not. You're probably wondering; "Oh whatever could she mean?". Well it's plan and simple.

"See, I'm just a normal girl. I'm bound to have stupid little crushes that I can't even explain to myself. And you are... were... I don't even know... one of them. You know, there are those crushes that you have on movie stars or imaginary characters; like James Franco and Edgeworth to me. But when it's in real life, when you know the person, it's alot different."

"Because your my friend. But sometimes, I wished you were more. No, none of that romantic crap. I may be a normal girl, but I guess my vision of love is distorted. You know how disgusted I am at kissing. Heh, there's alot of things we know about each other now, huh? Remember when we first met?"

He chose to nod.

"How long has it been? Seems like a long time huh. Back to the romantic topic, I just want someone to listen to my incoherent ranting, someone I could trust with anything and they'd try their best not to judge me. Love me for me, as love them for them. Flaws and all. He'll be my best friend and the one to wipe away my tears when they fall. And I'll do the same for him. We'll be there for each other when no one else is."

"I guess I kind of hoped you'd be able to do that. I don't know. All I know is I liked you, flaws and all. You were one of the few I thought I could trust. Why, I wonder. You are probably the last person I should trust actually huh. You've done some horrible things to me... Things I never want to think about again. I hate being weak.... I hate being treated like I can't do anything... and sometimes you brought out that fear."

" Because when you were around I was weak. I let my emotions have far too much control over me. I don't want to do that again. But I know I will if I ever do fall in love. But the man I fall in love with will be worth it. I think I finally realized... you aren't worth it."

"I don't mean it as an insult. It's just... you have so much to learn. About life. So much that... I'm afraid I can't teach you. That someone else, or maybe you yourself will have to figure it out. Like I did. And until you learn it, you can never open your eyes and... truly appreciate and care for someone."

"So... this is goodbye to my silliness. I... think I should go back inside. Sorry if I offended you."

She stood up, ready to leave. And he did something she didn't expect; he finally spoke.

"I know... I know I've got alot to learn. I'm an idiot and nothing ever gets through my head. I've always been told so many girls liked me. I never understood why. I'm a jerk. Ha, you know how many times I've told you that. How everyone hates me, how... you get it."

"See, the weird thing about you is... everytime I'd tell you about this stupid shit, you... wouldn't sugarcoat it. You'd tell the whole goddamn truth. Whether I liked it or not. I always thought how mean you were to me... now that I think back, I guess you were 'mean' to everyone, huh."

"All I know is... that I trust you. And when your not around, I feel weird. I don't know what that means. I'm an idiot, as I've pointed out. Can... we just keep things the same? Just see where this goes. I promise I'll try not to be too stupid."

Silence once again engulfed suburbia.

She sighed, and held out her hand. "Need help?"

He took her hand, and the two looked at each other for a few brief moments once he stood.

They were still holding hands when they finally moved away from the street light. The night was at peace again.