Monologue – Making a Friend

Those twittering, jittering, fluttering nerves. Bouncing around like cold butterflies in your stomach.
Oh gosh you think you just made a new friend.
You think.
You’ve been chatting casually with her in class for the last couple of weeks. Stuff about class. Stuff about homework. Stuff about stuff outside of class and homework. Does that make her a friend?
Class is almost ending. Maybe you should ask for her contact information. Her number.

Naw man what if she gets the wrong idea.

N-n-n-n-no. No. No. No. You just want a friend. You don’t even swing that way.

She probably doesn’t even think of you as a friend.

It doesn’t hurt to just ask. The worst that can happen is that she says no.

What if she just gives you her number ’cause she pities you.

Ah- no, no she won’t do something like that.

Oh look she’s packing up. She didn’t even say bye.

No, wait, hurry up and pack your things.

And now she’s at the door!

Oh, flipping butternuggets- “CanIhaveyounumberp- ah damn it.”

Annnnd she is gone. That was pathetic.

Heeeeey, but you tried.

She didn’t even hear you.

Ask her next time.

‘Okay. Okay. I will. I’m pretty sure she’s a friend. I think.’