I tell them about all that happened since I moved to mamma's house and left out everything about Damon. I just feel that I'm missing an angle from Damon's point of view. I'd like to wait for him to explain himself and then decide if I should tell Elena anything about us or not.
Their fight discarded under the grief of my sob story, of course they understand how bad it is to be friend zoned. Especially for me, who never had to face that before.
Rest of the weekend passes in gossip and tequilas and drunk dancing and singing Taylor Swift songs. By the end of the weekend I was so mellow that I forgot about everything.
I'll ask Damon point blank about the whole Elena situation. And this time I'm going to meet him and not wait around for him. I'm going to straighten the situation and him too, if necessary. But one think that I'm sure about is I'm not loosing one of my best friends for acting like a stupid teenager. I know Damon- my best friend, there's must be an explanation. And I'm gonna wrench that out of him.
;
About a week later, I still haven't found Damon. He's been avoiding my calls and I've not seen him at the bar as well. Well then I'll pound that idiot when the time comes. No use of running after him if he's decided to hide.
It's just another blissful weekend of me staying at home and rewatching 'The Witcher'. I have popcorn and Chardonnay ready to please me. I'm on glass four and already somewhere in clouds. It's cozy. I'm happy. Wine, food and Henry Cavill, what more does a woman want?
I hear some sound, upon decreasing the volume I comprehend that it's my door bell. I get up, or try to but sit my ass down as the world rotates a bit around me. After a few seconds when the earth is not quaking anymore I get up and open the door to see, my personal Henry Cavill.
It's Enzo.
He's wearing a tight gray T-shirt and black track pants.
Yum-mieee
Why is he looking so hot today? So sexy that I want to take a bite of him.
I smile at him and ask him to come in.
I don't know how long I've been staring at his chest, when a throat clears and I look at it.
The throat.
It looks kissable or even bitable.
"Are you okay? I can come later."
Yeah. I'd like to see you come, sooner rather than later, I think in my mind.
Out loud I say, "Nah, it's okay. Come in. I've just had a few glasses of wine"
He looks a bit hesitant but then follows me inside.
"This man again? Isn't there anything else to watch?"
"Nope. Nothing else to watch. Where's the shark boy?"
"My mother came to stay with us yesterday night. He's with her doing grandmotherly stuff. I was free so I came to hang out with you"
That's what friends do Bonnie, they hang out. Don't read anything more, I remind myself.
"I can provide you snacks and beer but Henry Cavill stays."
He contemplates for a bit then sits on the sofa. Feet extended on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
"Get me a beer then"
I get him more popcorn, beer and some other snacks.
After 2 episodes he's as invested in the series as I am.
"I told you this ones good"
"It's okay"
I laugh out loud and say, "You were looking at the screen like your life depended on it."
"May be I was looking at the screen because I couldn't look at you- all lazy and content, lying down like a cat"
I look at myself and realise that I'm wearing a white tank, sans bra. And black worn out shorts. Really short shorts. With hair wild and skin make up free, I must look wild- hence the cat comment.
I go silent. He's on his beer number 3. I'm on my glass 6 I don't want to repeat the drunk kiss situation. I think I'm done drinking and so is he.
"Hey, it was just a joke", he says touching my arm.
I shook off his hand and tell him, "Don't joke with me about it. I'm already friend zoned, I don't want to constantly remind that to myself"
"You're what?"
I take a deep breath and think, fuck it.
"I have a big crush on you and I also think that you have friend zoned me."
He stays silent for a minute.
"You're drunk"
The man must get an award for his cluelessness. I just popped out my heart for him and he comments on my drunken state?
"Yeah. May be."
We both look at the screen again.
After a while he speaks again,
"Why would you have a crush on me?"
"I don't know, like why does sun rises from the east?"
He's silent again.
"You know that I have a son and he's my first priority"
"I knew your son even before knowing you. And I loved him before catching feelings for you", I clarify.
The cat was out of the bag, and perhaps laid out on the sofa, might as well tell him everything.
I feel him looking at me. I keep my eyes religiously on screen.
You can't kiss him
You can't kiss him
You can't kiss him
You can't kiss him
You can't kiss him
You're fucking drunk
You're fucking drunk
You're fucking drunk
And he's drunk too. I don't want to have regrets over our first kiss. If that ever happens. But it won't be tonight. Not in a drunk and hazy state.
I turn my eyes towards him. He's looking at me too.
His eyes dips to my lips, so does mine.
FUCK.
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