What Happens When You Fall In Love With Your Best Friend

I took in a deep breath and stared at the horizon. The sun was just coming up over the tree tops as a rested my chin on my knees watching carefully over my arms that held tightly to my knees hugging them. I thought about changing my clothes considering I had gotten dressed and ready before one in the morning, but decided that jeans and my black tee with the appearance that someone had sketched a violin on it in grey would do.
Jumping down from the roof of our garage I slipped in the back door and made my way to the bathroom. I examined myself momentarily. I had short hair that was stacked in the back and came to a stop a little above my chin, it was dyed a pretty charcoal type of color. I smiled, that little fact always made me smile; it was a sign of my rebellion that wouldn’t be going away anytime soon. I watched my cool grey blue eyes for a moment wondering if my hair and wardrobe were enough to complete my drab Goth sort of look, but ended up shrugging it off.
I picked up my faded army messenger bag (that I had also dyed black) before glancing at my black trench coat; it was to warm out to wear it today, but... I sighed and picked up my ipod, necklaces, bracelets, and earrings. I walked through the kitchen and grabbed an apple popping it in my mouth while putting in my nose ring, (a small sliver ball) my left earring, (Japanese symbol for friend) and the four in my right ear (a small grey ball, small red ball, a medium sized black ball, and a small star). I then put on a black and grey choker with little red beads, a sliver cross, and a black ribbon. I slipped on some black bangles on my right arm and then a black watch on the other before taking the apple from my mouth with a loud chomp.
All of this and my ipod probably would have convinced everybody I was a normal teenager, exactly what I was going for, but that is the farthest thing from the truth.
I guess now would be the best time to explain, you know all those kid geniuses that you here about? The ones that have super rich families, go to some hoity-toity snot nosed school for snobs, play a lot of classical music, read a lot, and all that junk? Yeah well that’s me.
Diamond Elizabeth Stone, that’s my name. I prefer Dai (it was misspelled on my birth certificate [Daimond], but Dai in Japanese sounds the same as the beginning of diamond anyway), but most adults can’t seem to handle that (some because it’s mostly a guy Japanese name others just won’t use it) and call me Elizabeth (yuck). I go to a really stupid school that’s for really rich or really smart kids and I’m one of the combo kids. My specialty is music and English, and my IQ? Let’s just say I’m past Einstein, and how do I feel about it? Let’s just say I hate it.
I chewed and swallowed the last bite of my apple before looking up at the sky and watching the clouds. The sun was now up completely and I grumbled at it for being in my eyes.
I mean it’s not like I hate being smart, I just hate that it’s made into such a big deal. Who the frig cares if I’m smarter then other people? I’m still a normal person, I don’t need special care.
I scowled at that, my mom was nut-so over my being the best I could be. Therefore I spent my childhood learning to play classical music, reading classics and Shakespeare, and going to all the finest schools, thus having no fun what-so-ever and having no friends or childhood. Now that my parents were in France I had more freedoms, because my nanny and butler are old and slow (no offence to the elderly, but these guys are like zombies). I’ve modified my look a bit (ok a lot), I’ve got a best friend, I am having a little more fun, and last but not least I have my first crush.
“Dai!!” someone yelled. I didn’t even have time to turn around when I was glomped (tackle/hug) by Haru (Ha-roo, its Japanese)
My whole face turned red.
“Good morning!” He said with an arm still around my shoulder. His sloppy dark brown hair fell over his honey colored eyes and mischievously placed freckles sprinkled over his nose made him look childish and friendly, exactly what he was. Then, as if that wasn’t enough to make me weak in the knees, he looked me straight in the eye and gave me his irresistible lopsided grin. I almost melted in his arms.
“And what exactly is so good about it?” I asked instead, hoping him to be oblivious to my reaction, as I pulled myself from his arms.
He just smiled again, “Walking to school with you, of course!”
I blushed and hoped that my hair hid most of my face as I focused on putting one foot in front of the other. Yup, you guessed it. My best friend and crush, yeah, both the same dude. Haru’s another one of us combo kids. He was born in Japan, thus the name, and is also super smart. His specialty is in language and the arts, the dude can speak like ten different languages! Anyway he also lives by himself; his parents are divorced and he’s supposed to live with his dad, but his dad is always away on business.
I looked up to see him watching the clouds. I smiled; his wardrobe was much the same as every other day, cargo's and a black tee, fitting his personality completely. I blushed again and looked back down, so… I wonder what happens when you fall in love with your best friend…