12 and Lovin' it.

After a few months, I finally got to get over Shaira. It was hard, of course. Ain't no joke.

It all started on a late night and me, my dad, and my sister was going home. We were walking the streets when I got a text message from Maia, one of my friends, sayin:

"Hey, you still up?"

And I replied to her:

"Yah sure am. Why?"

"Just wanna talk. I'm in a bad mood right now."

I felt worried, And I just don't know why. But I can feel the pain she was feeling.

Then after a little while, I asked her:

"Why?"

"I went shopping today and I kinda bought a new bag and I don't think It's my type. It's black and punk.."

And Then I said:

"Well, maybe you can save it up for future use.."

And after that I wanted to make her laugh, so--

" Or maybe try it out. You don't know if it suits ya :)"

And she said:

"hehe.. thanks. You just made me smile."

And on that moment. I felt changed.

And Perfect.

And she texted me--

"Hey, thanks for all the advices. You're the best friend ever."

I smiled and said:

"You're welcome. I don't want your thanks, I want to make you smile. :D"

And on that night. I slept with a smile.

And I finally knew... I got a Best Friend... that's not a guy.

And from now on..

I was named... GLOC-12.