Traded a diamond for a stone

short stories

A/N: This short story was submitted to a creative anthology but didn’t make it passed the second round of voting. I’m excited that I get to share this with you all regardless of not making it through to the publishing stage.


Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I smile. Today’s a big day for me. I’ve decided that I’m going to tell my best friend how I feel about him. I’ve chosen to wear something I know he already likes. Black skinny jeans with a white top and a light blue denim jacket. No makeup, he always teases me when I wear more than lip gloss.

My phone chimes with a text. My heart quickens.

The usual place x

Grinning I grab my bag, slip my phone into the back pocket of my jeans and walk out the door. Earphones in my ears, I nod my head in time with the music. The usual place. I smile. We’ve been having lunch at the White Lily once a week for the last two years. We always gossip about the current girl he’s been shagging or the guy I recently jumped into bed with. I scold him for his fuck boy tendencies while he would tease my miss fix it attitude.

It takes me twenty minutes to get to the cafe, I spot him immediately when I walk through the door. He sees me and waves me over to the usual table that we get. I like it because it’s hidden away in the back and is relatively private. He gets up to kiss me on the cheek before sitting back down.

“How you doing beautiful?” He asks.

Blushing, I sit in the chair he’s pulled out for me.

“Have you ordered?” I ask.

He shakes his head, “I’m more interested in what was so important that you couldn’t have told me on the phone.” He stares at me quizzically, head tilted to one side.

He’s talking about the vague voicemail I left him just after midnight. I was out drinking with my girlfriends. When I called I was way past the drunk stage, I barely remember what I said but from what my housemate relayed to me, it was something along the lines of, ‘hey, important, meet tomorrow?’ before spewing into a nearby garden.

That’s how we ended up here, in our favourite cafe with a zoo fluttering around in my stomach.

” I like to think that we’re pretty close friends who tell each other everything, am I right?”

I wait for him to answer but he just looks at me. Shit this isn’t going well.

“Anyway. Uh, I have feelings for you,” I blurt out.

A weight lifts off my chest, I’ve been holding these feelings in for such a long time. It feels good to get them out in the open. I smile awkwardly at him, waiting for him to say something, instead he laughs.

He laughs loud enough to have everyone in the cafe turn to look at us. After a few minutes he stops laughing, wiping tears away with the back of his hand.

“Wait, are you serious?”

I’m mortified, this is not going as well as I planned. I can’t speak so I nod.

He shakes his head.

“Babe, don’t get me wrong, I think you’re amazing and I love you but we’re just friends. Besides, you’re not my type.”

I feel my blood boil. Not his type? His he for real?

“Are you serious? You have said over and over again for two years now that you wish you could find a girl like me and when I finally get the courage to tell you how I feel, you turn around and say, ‘you’re not my type’? Are you for real right now?”

He looks at me like I just slapped him across the face.

“I mean, you’ve been seeing Wendy for six months now and you have complained every time I see you about how boring you find her and that you both barely talk.” My face feels like it’s on fire.

“Yeah so?” he shrugs his shoulders.

I roll my eyes.

“Geez Kyle! You keep telling me how much you want something that we have. To have a conversation that flows, the silliness and just generally enjoying each other’s company, right?”

He’s looking at the table, spinning the fork with his finger.

“And you’re not even listening to me are you,” Groaning angrily, my head falls into my hands.

“One day you’re going to wake up next to her, roll over and realise how unhappy you are. You’ll look back at this moment and realise you traded a diamond for a stone,” I grab my pride and walk out the door.



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