There is Cross and there is me.

My name is X. Yes X means exactly what you are thinking: unknown. Of course, I have a name – two names actually. My first name by which everyone refers to me is so common it evokes no lasting impression. My middle name is a Latin one and always brings laughter and jabs when people hear it that I try as much as possible not to let people know of it. I will not even try to explain why I do not like my last name. So you probably understand why I would call myself X (no reference to Malcolm X of course). That is actually part of it; the other is Cross. His name is Cross; just Cross. It is so uncommon and unique that he just stands out. People love to call out to him just so they can say his name. Cross is my best friend.

I have known Cross for a very long time. We have a lot of things in common. We even share a birthday and birth year. I am about six feet tall, thin and a bit… well… em… not bad-looking. My face has uneven cheek bones and my skull is a mite elongated but all in all I would say the entire ensemble is not too distasteful. Cross is two inches taller (he had to be), has a really good physical build and is very handsome. I think saying he is handsome is an understatement; the ladies practically queue up to get his attention. Yes, my best friend Cross is that gorgeous.

I do not have many friends and I consider Cross to be my best friend. Does he consider me to be his best friend? I cannot really be sure. He has a lot of friends and while he has never shown a preference for any of them over me, he does not show an overt preference for me over any of them although we are usually found together. I am sure everyone also considers Cross to be his best friend but I believe I have the truest connection with him. He considers me special; I am sure of it. How he handles us all, I would never know and never be able to do but he carries it off effortlessly. Everyone just loves to be with Cross especially the women. That is one reason why Cross is my best friend.