Alisha and Yara have been best friends for as long as they can remember. Nothing seems to be able to tear them apart. Until fate takes over...
This is the story about two best friends, close by heart forever.
It started raining in the middle of my ride, but it didn't ruin my mood. Nothing could ruin it, and nothing could get the smile off of my face.
Drained from the rain I parked and secured my bike. I walked up to Alisha's front door and rang the bell. I heard warm voices inside. I was always a big fan of her house. It looked so cozy, with plants around it, a small garden in front and a bigger one in the back, full of Alisha's plants. They all looked so healthy and full of life, even in the darker light and rain.
It kind of looked like this:
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I heard someone coming closer to the door, and Alisha's dad opened it. My smile got a bit bigger as a greeting. "Good evening, sir! Is Alisha home?" I knew she was home, though. "Ah Yara! Haven't seen you in a long time! Yes, yes, Alisha is home, we're just eating dinner," he said. Alisha's mom joined her husband in the doorway and when she saw me she immediately pulled me in for a hug. My eyes teared up as I hugged her back tightly. "Yara! We all missed you! Come in, come in..."
I stepped in the house, immediately feeling guilty for making a mess on the floor with all the water dripping from me. I looked up at the parents "I'm sorry- I'll clean it up right away!"
"No, no, it's okay, it's not your fault sweetie, just give me your coat and shoes, come on, you're our guest tonight!" I looked at them in shock. I knew they were sweet and welcoming, but I kept being surprised every time I come here. My mom would have made a whole drama about it already.
"YARA!!" I heard from behind me: it's Alisha! She ran towards me and we fell in for a hug. "You should've called me!" she exclaimed, "why did you come all the way in the rain? You're crazy!" I looked at her and felt so much love, and I hugged her again.
"Someone is very affectionate today," Alisha said, hugging me back. "Shut up I haven't seen you for two weeks."
"That's true," she admitted.
I turned to her parents: "I'm sorry for coming unannounced, I'm just hopping in and out, I just wanted to see Lisha for a bit."
"Don't worry, it's okay sweetie, we love it when you come over! We were just about to eat, want to come sit with us? Have you already eaten?" they asked me. I honestly didn't know what to say. I was pretty hungry though, so I agreed to eat, just a little bit.
We all sat down to the table, and everyone talked friendly, with no yelling, no silent treatments, no guilt trapping, no toxicity or passive aggressiveness. It felt... Healthy. Good and warm. Like a family should. I warmed up from after the rain (Alisha had given me some of her dry clothes, that were way too big for me, but I loved it). I became very comfortable, and stuffed myself up with all the food (they had A LOT of food), until I was going to burst. I felt true happiness, a feeling that I haven't felt for a long period of time.
After dinner Alisha's parents asked me if I wanted to sleep over. I knew my mom would really not like this. But I literally just ran away from her. So things couldn't really get any worse, right? Until I checked my phone.
38 missed calls.
22 text messages.
"Where are you? I'm worried."
"Call me back NOW, Yara, I am worried sick about you."
"If you don't answer I'm calling the police, they will find you and bring you back to your home"
The phone in my hand started shaking. Not the phone- my hands. Tears welled up in my eyes, from the anxiety of her finding me, the police taking me back. I knew it's not that big a deal, but I just couldn't deal with this right now. I ran away literally an hour ago. Everything just felt wrong...
"Yara? Are you okay-" Alisha saw me staring at my phone, and put her hand on my shoulder. Then she saw the tears, and the messages, and the calls. "Oh honey," she said with her soothing voice, and I looked up at her and really started sobbing.
"Let's go to my room, alright?" Alisha proposed, "We can watch a movie, get under the blankets and make you feel all better, okay?" I nodded. "Can we watch Chemical Hearts?" I ask. "Fineeee, but you have an unhealthy obsession with that movie," she warned me. "I know," I chuckled.
We got down under the blankets and pillows, and started the pc. It felt really nice. To not be scared. To feel safe, warm and loved. Alisha's presence is all I needed in this world, and I did not want this evening to end.
