Never Be Alone #justwriteit

Scene 6

You'll never be alone
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The days were dull without Derek. I had to go to interviews and award shows alone. I mean, Lance was with me for most of them, but it just wasn't the same. We talked about wedding plans and the upcoming release of our movie. But everything felt wrong without Derek there.

I know I sound clingy, but Derek and I have only had each other for so long. This past year is the only time where I've really began to make friends and talk to other people. I'm just used to him being with me. Being constantly in each other’s presence has made us almost inseparable.

Life with Cyrus wasn't that bad either. We hadn't really talked much. It might be so we don't destroy the perfect little world we had built in the apartment.

-FLASHBACK-

As I rocked back and forth, trying to comfort myself, I heard the door squeak open. I didn't even look up; I just kept rocking. My breathing was heavy. Fat tears were running down my face. I felt the bed dip down besides me. A pair of strong arms encircled my waist and pulled me into a warm embrace. Sweet nothings were whispered into my ear and I held me in his tight embrace as I cried steadily into his shirt. We sat for what felt like hours in a comfortable silence. We had fallen asleep together, still cuddling.

-END OF FLASHBACK-

I haven't slept alone since Derek left. It was an unspoken agreement between the two of us. Along with the agreement came a strange feeling. Every time he held me, I felt fluttering in my stomach. My heart beat quicker than normal. I would feel heat soar through my bloodstream. Flowing to the tips of my toes. Leaving me temporarily breathless. It was hard to ignore. Living in a small flat together wasn't exactly the best way to avoid someone and both of us were attempting to do just that. After a week and half, I finally confessed to Lance.

He had noticed the change in my personality. He knew Derek leaving had effected me but not in this way. He knew something else was wrong. He finally confronted me about it. I explained the situation; about sharing a bed and the weird feeling I had whenever he touched me. How my body would flush whenever he was in close proximity. Lance had laughed.

"It sounds like somebody has a crush." I shook my head. "Sweetie, those are almost sure signs of a crush. You can deny all you want it doesn't change a thing. Trust me, I know." We were sitting in the back of a small coffee shop just catching up.

Dexter was at a photo shoot-he's a model-and Lance was just wanted to hang out with his "best female friend", as he called me. Now on the topic of Cyrus, he seemed unwilling to let it go. "Honey, have sex with him. You'll feel better, I promise." I rolled my eyes, letting out an exasperated groan. "You know I'm kidding, right?"

"I could put you in a coma if I wanted to..." I muttered under my breath.

"I know, Sweetie. Don't worry." I watched the coffee swirl in the wake of the spoon he was stirring with. Abruptly, he stood up. He cleared his throat loud enough that everyone else in the shop was looking at us. There were not many people there, but it was enough that I knew I was about to be embarrassed beyond comprehension.

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen. I just have to ask a quick question of you all...what do you think love is?" Everyone looked at him strangely, until a woman seemingly in her early thirties, spoke up. "It's like the most beautiful friendship. Like two puzzle pieces fitting together."