Only With You

Five it's not a player's number

        Making a list with April was funnier than I expected; in fact it was hard to concentrate on the names with April’s melodic and angelic laugh coming to my ears with every story that came out of my mouth. I may have told her about my crushes a few weeks ago, but I didn’t exactly told her the story about every kiss I shared with some of them, or how I had to “broke” the relationship with girls who wanted something much more serious than I wanted.
           
        It was still weird to talk about my crushes on girls with April. She knows about my sexuality now, but that doesn’t mean it gets easier to talk about it with her. What makes it easier is April’s attitude towards the whole issue. She had been supporting and very understanding- I was really glad to have her as my friend. This whole situation seemed brought out from some movie and the fact that April was even believing my words was enough, but she didn’t only do that; stayed here and helped me take the first step into finding the love of my life.
           
        April was being the best friend someone could ask for. I mean, where can you find someone that could act the way she was about the whole situation? It certainly showed many of the great qualities she has; April was always such a sweet and supporting friend. She was there for everyone that would need a shoulder to cry on or an advice or just a few words of reassurance. She was so understanding and always knew the perfect words to say to you; not to mention that she was willing to do everything for her friends- that’s why the fact that she ditched me almost two weeks ago took me completely by surprise. She was the kind of loyal friend you would trust everything to.
           
        April’s hand on my knee took me out of my inner thoughts. I looked at her and she was on her knees in front on my while I was sitting Indian style with my back leaning on the bedhead. April gave me a little smile before talking softly, “You spaced out. What’s on your mind?”
           
        Her tone of voice was so caring that I couldn’t help but smile back at her. “Just how you are a perfect best friend for me,” I replied honestly, which earned a little blush from April.
           
        She shook her head, trying to hide the fact that she was flattered, and scoffed playfully. “Please, I’m nowhere close to being a good friend. Remember I ditched you two weeks ago? I’m a terrible friend.”
           
        I couldn’t let April think that way about our friendship; especially since I was mostly pissed about the fact that Zac was the one to blame. Sure, April could have done something about it, but she was just trying to do the best for their relationship, because she was just tired of fighting with him. I couldn’t really blame her for doing so, considering the many fights they had on the 4 months they were together.

        Zac was April’s first official boyfriend and she obviously wanted to make it work, but the bastard wasn’t looking for the same thing. It was so obvious he wanted to fuck her since day one by the way he looked at her. April was gorgeous and many people seemed drawn to her because of her beauty, but Zac didn’t look at her in the same way those boys crushing on her would- his eyes didn’t contain any love or affection.

        I placed my hand over the one April had on my knee and gave it a little squeeze before talking with pure honestly, “You are a great friend pup. You are loyal, supporting, understanding, sweet, trust-worthy, strong, brave, in-”

        April’s hand on my mouth cut me off. I narrowed my eyebrows at her and she just shook her head again while trying to contain a growing smile. I knew at least she understood my point, but April was always someone that had a hard time taking compliments.

        “Okay, I get it. Now stop with the adjectives,” she mumbled, almost looking embarrassed, before placing her hand now on my cheek. She looks so cute when she blushes.
 
        “Adjectives?” I let out a little laugh, “Those where compliments, April. You can take one someday; it won’t hurt,” I joked.