Growing up I really disliked my sister’s girl friends. I won’t say I hated them. But I really disliked them. They would come over and act like they owned our house taking whatever they wanted without asking. If my parents or I were at home, they would ignore us. I thought these spoiled brats were quite rude.
The one exception was Debby. When she came over and I or my parents were there, she would find time to talk to us and say hi. If she needed or wanted anything she would ask, and then say thank you. I was impressed with her maturity and manners at a young age. Her parents raised her right.
I also think Debby had a bit of a crush on me. I did nothing to encourage it because at the time of this story (I was 14, my sister was 11 and Debby was 12), I liked girls a lot, but did not want to be tied down. I did not discourage it because I thought of Debby as a friend, and I wanted to keep that friendship. I often hung around her and my sister. They didn’t mind. Actually, whenever they went to the mall, they would ask me to come along. But that was because Debbie was quite cute and developed at 12, and there were a lot of older guys there who would hit on her if I wasn’t there.
So that’s the set-up. One day I come home from school. Both parents are at work. I hear my sister in her room. I figure no one else is home. I needed to get something out of the bathroom. I saw the door was open just a crack, so I figured no one was there. I enter the bathroom and there is Debby sitting on the john. She screams. I am shocked and I panic. I apologize, without thinking that leaving the bathroom was a good idea. But then Debby tells me to get out, and I figure that would be a wise thing to do. My sister come out of her room and figures out what happened. I’m pretty upset, but sis says it was just an accident so don’t worry. I want to catch Debby as soon as she comes out to apologize properly, but she just runs by me into my sister’s room crying. Sis tells me to let it go for now, and that Debby will calm down eventually. I figure she’s right.
I do really feel bad for embarrassing Debby, even if it was an accident. For the next week, I try to approach her to apologize, but she walks away. I realize she feels embarrassed and shamed, but I hardly saw anything. And I really don’t want to lose her as a friend. My sister tries to talk to her, but that does no good. So I decide to get help from her older brother.
I explain the situation to the brother, asking him to tell Debby that I really want to apologize. He agrees to do that. So the next day in the schoolyard, Debby comes up to me and asks if we can talk somewhere private. I said sure. We find a spot and Debby says, “My brother says you said you are in love with me.”
Holymotherfuckingshit! I said no such thing! How could her brother say that? Did he misinterpret, or is this his idea of a joke? Anyway, I have Debby’s attention now, so I explain, very poorly, what I really said and that I really wanted to apologize. Debby said it was all OK. She knows I would not barge in on her like that on purpose, and that I like her as a friend and she likes me.
After that things got back to normal. No, we never became involved. After a year or so, I had another girl as a steady. Debby had crushes on a few other guys before she became serious about one in particular. Through all that we stayed good friends and are still good friends today. Happy Ending!