My Friend: Your Friend. By CpSingleton © 2016
‘No. I don’t like the beach. It gets in yer toes and yer crack.’
This wasn’t the first time I’d gone on a trip to the beach with Gilly. He said the same thing every year we all came.
We were driven here by the bus driver to enjoy the sea air, but Gilly never seemed to like it. He said it didn’t clear his head.
Although, I think that’s what he wanted people to think.
It was easier to frown he said.
Cost more muscles to smile, was his favourite saying.
I was the only one who knew the truth.
You see, his friend knew mine and his friend told my friend all the time that it was easier for him to put up walls than knock them down.
My friend told me that he likes me, even though he called me scratter and skank.
I asked my friend if she could tell his friend that I knew he was only putting up a front and that I liked him too.
My friend laughed and walked down the beach with his.
Maybe next time then.