Three's company

The afternoon sun reached out into the room in which he sat alone, accompanied by nothing but the sound of gunfire from his video game. The phone call last night had kept him thinking. But she always kept him thinking, mostly of her. His imagination didn't have to run too far once the ringing of the bell echoed in the small apartment. He adjusted his hair in a futile attempt to bring a compliment out of her. He held the cold door handle and opened to beauty. She turned to look at him, her beautiful, long and black hair flowing. Even in the darkness he could see her deep dark eyes, remembering the moments he wasted by losing him self in them, "But as John Lennon said,'Time you enjoy wasting is not wasted.'" he thought to himself. In she walked in the particular manner that grasped many a man's attention, a way that isn't meant to be mistaken for a promiscuous behavior. She stopped in the center of the room to fix her hair, gathering it in her palms. The setting looked like something that was meant for a cheesy romantic comedy movie in which this would be the scene where the boy's eyes grow wide with amazement and pictured her in a field of green, but having not seen too many of such films he just looked at her in the natural surroundings. She was an example of contradiction to one of Oscar Wilde's quotes-"Where beauty begins… intelligence ends." She turned and gave him a sweet smile, followed by a "Hi" in which she laid emphasis on the "I". Damn if she ever thought of him in this manner! The sound of the bell reflected on the walls of the place. This time he opened it to a smiling boy. There were the initial "teenage" greetings and laughter followed by an arrangement. And so our main protagonist grabbed his iPod and headed to the small restroom to spend thirty minutes within it. He had given her and her boyfriend the apartment for them to fulfill their adolescent need for contact. He didn't mind because they were his closest friends and even fought over the feeling of being walked over. But that's what made it so hard… he was his best friend and so was she. But thats all it was. No matter how hard he wanted, she and he would never cross over "best friends" "Lucky bastard!" he thought with a smile on his face…a