My Emotional Rollercoaster; part 2

I loved him so much, yet I was not willing to ride a bike to school so that he could roller blade home with me. Why was I so selfish and stubborn? After all, I was the one who missed him when he was in the next room. I loved him and I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible. I should enjoy this while I can; the hold of his arms, the forehead kiss, the tight squeeze on the chest, all of it I will miss. When he finally gets the courage to ask his sweetheart to be with him, I will lose a part of him. He is the only one I trust and depend on. I may be just a friend to him, but he doesn't see that he means everything to me.
In a crowd I was just a person, but alone he noticed my existence. He may not have known that I felt ignored at school, but he was probably not doing it on purpose. I must realize that there are other people before me such as Nadine, Kelly, Danny, Arlene and Anthony. I am sixth best, but he is my number one best friend, my brother, my Kevin.
My Kevin, the one who forced me to miss my bus after school so that we could walk home. I was glad that even though I had been selfish the night before, he was not hurt and he was still coming over to spend time with me. How special did I feel? Kevin coming home with me, Bianca? We walked and walked until finally we reached the red garage door. A porch covered in flowers and two patio chairs invited us in. I opened the door and of course, he ran to the fridge, only I got in the way.
After laying on the couch, washing his hair, eating a mini pizza and watching the dumbest you tube videos, we sat and talked on my bed. The sound of death came from the sky and I automatically hid under my covers. He decided to join me, teasing me for being scared of thunder. Soon we were wrestling on the bed and on the floor, laying there enjoying each others company. I learned he was ticklish and used it to my advantage, though I myself am extremely ticklish. I squeezed the sides of his stomach, blew on his neck and fumbled with his waist. He laughed uncontrollably and that gave me a smile. Of course, he tickled me back, hands on neck and fingertips on my stomach's bare skin. His fingers glided smoothly along my warm skin and thought I hoped it would never stop, I laughed unendingly. He suddenly began to bite my hand, in response to me calling him a vampire. Then he moved to my neck, biting me a couple times before he got off of me. We moved to the floor and he again began to bite me, his lips covering his teeth, over and over. I believe I enjoyed it to some extent, why, I did not know. The clock inched quickly to 3:30 in the afternoon, he had to go.
He was on his way to Kelly's place. I didn't want him to leave me, I couldn't let him go. Why? How did I become attached to him? He is one of the only people I trust. I love him.