Not My Type Of Guy
It's the same damn words that have been sitting at the back of my throat the whole night, choking me.
Giving it a shot, I close my eyes tightly and cross both of my fingers, putting all I've got into it. Please let Cory love me back.
"I know I shouldn't ask this, but what was your wish?"
"I'm not telling. It's not going to come true if I do."
"Well, I'm going to tell you mine." He faces me, even if he can't see my face in the dark.
"Your choice."
"I wished we'd be friends forever, and ever, and ever."