Don't Wanna Come Down ( L.A Blue Series #1)

Chapter 5:The Kiss

Chapter 5

Anabella's Pov

Joey walked over to me and Heather looked up sighing," I've GOT to do this homework somewhere. Can you guys fight somewhere else?" she asked looking between the two of us.

"Let's go outside for a bit, " Joey said to me quietly," Please."

I got up carefully and walked with Joey towards the doors leading out of the rehearsal room. We walked by where Mary had set up a small area for herself and kept a cell phone to answer calls, sort of like a tiny office.

"Mary we're stepping outside for a bit, just let me know when those guys are ready to start up again," Joey said to her.

"Alright I'll come and get you," Mary promised.

Joey and I reached the door to the building and he pushed it open, letting me step outside ahead of him. Once he was outside he let the door close and we walked a bit aways from the building.

"Ana I...." Joey began feeling nervous as he turned to look at me.

"If this is about Bridget, than I don't want to talk about her," I said crossing my arms over my chest.

"No it's about you, me. Us," he finally said softly. His blue eyes connected with mine.

I stood there looking into his eyes and it stole my breath instantly, I couldn't seem to find it and I was softly biting my bottom lip. I was terrified, terrified he'd see why I was so upset about this Bridget thing. It didn't matter that Heather had set her straight, everything I felt, every emotion that surged through my veins made it impossible to not do something I shouldn't.

"I can't believe I just said that," Joey sighed softly as nervously picked at the skin by his nails.

Words didn't not seem to come out of my mouth for whatever reason, you'd think this was the first time that I was seeing him in all the time we had been best friends I had been fighting those feelings, those emotions, those warning signs that I was falling in love. I didn't WANT to fall in love Joey, he liked those girls in skinny jeans with small waists. He liked the Bridgets of our school, the cheerleaders, the girls I would never be.

I was cute, I was fun, but I would never be the girl he asked out. I was the " Let's Grab a Milkshake", " Let's Go For a Bike Ride." It pained me to realize I was definitely THAT Best Friend, I hate it. I HATED him for making me, the best friend.

I shook my head slowly as I backed away from him, I wasn't going to let him treat me like the trash he was going to take out. I was better than that, I deserved more, I spent hours on the phone with him, I was the one he came to with all the girlfriend problems he had. I was the one who stood there stupidly while he bragged about a date to the school dance. Wether her name was Chloe, Bubbles, Bunny, whatever the fuck those girls names were it wasn't me he was asking to the dance.

"Ana Banana wait," he said softly his hand coming forwards to reach for my hand.

The instant his hand wrapped around mine, it was as though he left a searing brand in it, one that would burn me for life. I started to panick, never in the entire time we had been friends had he held my hand like that. The one and only time we had held hands was for a Halloween picture my Mom had insisted on taking. I had one of those stupid plastic costumes with plastic mask, it was supposed to be Princess She-Ra or a Barbie or something insanely different that I was. While he also had a costume made of plastic with a plastic mask he had chosen Franken Stein as his costume. We couldn't have been more than 5 years old at the time, maybe 6 years old.