Puppy Love?

Lester. I met him while I was in fourth grade. He was a friend of my brother. Duane had two more brothers. Two boys-next-door type. Um, their nicknames were Dan and Don. Ha ha.
(*Dan was the eldest then Don then Lester) In fourth grade, we (Lester and I) often played together. A summer before 6th grade, we spent the whole month of May playing for hours. This was my routine during May: When I wake up (two hours before lunchtime) I do usual morning routine then watch TV, cook food for lunch, eat lunch, clean the table, wash the dishes, fix myself then I wait for him. We played for hours. He would ask me, " Aren't you tired of waiting for me every afternoon?". I always answered, " Just go home, fix yourself then go here. I can wait. *then I smile.". I loved being with someone who didn't see me as some one who was a Nothing. he made me feel like I was a Someone to him. .......... One time, he never stopped bugging me, I blurted out " Why? What's wrong with you? (*with an annoyed voice) you can bug anyone, why me?" . I stared at him. " I only want0 you. I mean, to bug you.", he said in a low voice, not looking at me. I just continued to look at him and he left. I was beaming all day.
We stopped being friends when his brother teased us. It went like this:

Dan: Can you level up my character?
Me: No.
Dan: Why'd you do it for Lester? mm?
Me: I just tried it.
Dan: Really, or do you like him?
Me: No.
Dan: You really like him?!?
Me: NO!
Les: Stop it. * he stared at his brother.
Dan: You like her too! Then you two really belong together! Ha ha ha!

* to be continued!