𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓮 - 𝓗𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮

1

I felt the cool air hit my bare legs, I shivered at the feeling before pulling my covers up to try and cover a larger portion of my skin. It was the middle of the night, I hadn't gotten a blink of sleep, this has become less and less of a rare occurrence because of the thoughts that would now cover my mind at night. Her. She would be the first thing on my mind when I woke up from my ounce of sleep and the last thing occupying my brain as I drifted off to sleep.

Her beautiful blue eyes would haunt my dreams and occupy my brain. Her beautiful auburn locs would sneak into my head and wrap around my brain. Her adorable laugh would be imagined in my ears, and my mind would wander to thoughts about her that I don't dare speak of.

Laying flat on my back now as the clock nears 4 AM, she's on my mind. My bestfriend. Being deeply in love with your bestfriend is no easy thing, we would talk about anything, she would tell me things about herself that make me wanna fuck her until she is unable walk. I feel disgusting having said thoughts about someone who should be able to feel as though she can tell me anything without worrying about rather or not she will be in my head as I moan into my empty room.

Said thoughts are currently slipping into my head, me having no control of were my mind drifts off to as I go through my third sleepless night in a row. I sit up in my bed determined to clear my head, I walk out of my room after putting on a pair of plaid sweatpants to go with the slightly oversized t-shirt that was already covering my chest and stomach. I reach my door and put on a puffy jacket and a pair of sneakers as I exit my apartment, being careful so I don't wake up my twin sister Lizzie who sleeps in the room next to mine.

Most people would worry about me, seeing that I am a young woman walking out of her apartment in the middle of the night, but I don't need others worrying about me. I don't need others pity or help, I can handle myself, which is ironic seeing I am currently out in the pitch-black weather on a Sunday night in December, unable to sleep because of some pathetic crush I have on my best friend like some 7th grader who has gotten their first girl-crush. When I'm really a 24 year old woman that has been in numerous relationships with other women, not necessarily good ones but they happened.

I hear the snow crunch under my boots, the sound gives me goosebumps as I try to reason with myself. "I am an independent woman that has been taking care of my twin and myself since I was a tween." I kick some of the snow in my way as I continue to reason with myself regarding my ridiculous crush. "I am a supernatural being with powers of two of the most powerful species in existence (vampire and witch) and yet what defeats me is a stupid un-returned crush." I mumbled to myself under my breath, I picked up my phone from my jacker pocket and saw that the time had already passed 5 AM. I sigh and start walking back toward mine and Lizzies apartment, I yawn widely before putting my headphones in and starting to blast some music to get my mind to wander away from a certain auburnette.

Once I open the door the time is 5:35 and I decide that there is no point in even trying to go to sleep, so I just took off my jacket and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. I strip out of my PJ's to feel the cool air hit my now naked body. I turn on the water in the shower and wait a few seconds to make sure the water has heated up properly. I step into the shower and let the nearly boiling water wash away my desire and shame of that very desire. After I've washed my hair and body I step out of the shower, gripping a towel and wrapping it around my drenched body. I walk back into my room after throwing my clothes into the laundry basket. Once I've reached my room I check my phone again to see that the time has now reached 6, I get dressed quickly in pair of dress pants and a white blouse along with a black blazer.

I walk into the kitchen to see an extremely tired Lizzie, her eyes are practically begging to be closed, I huff in response to my yawning twin.

"How'd you sleep?" I ask her as I pour myself a cup of coffee.

"Not long enough, clearly!" she says walking over to me and taking a cup of coffee for herself. "You?"

I debate on rather or not I should tell her about my sleepless night, but I decide against it, not wanting to worry her. "Fine," I say raising my shoulders before letting out a huge yawn.

"You sure about that?" Lizzie says raising her eyebrows suggestively, "maybe you didn't sleep well because you were having wet dreams about your bestfriend." Lizzie says, I spit out some of my coffee before my checks turn a crimson red, "I knew telling Lizzie about my love for Hope was gonna bite me in the ass." I think to myself

"Screw you," I say nudging her shoulder with my elbow.

"I would but dream-Hope already took care of that," she says wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. I clear my throat and roll my eyes in response.

"Anyway, I've gotta get to work," I say after doing so.

"Have funnnn, don't forget to fuck Hope," Lizzie says.

"Oh, shut your mouth," I say. "She probably doesn't even like me back" I mumble unsure if I want Lizzie to hear me, but with supernatural hearing it was hard to not hear me.

"Oh please, she eye-fucks you every other second," Lizzie replies before taking a huge gulp of her coffee. I look at her unsurely, is that true? I think to myself before walking out the door and heading to work.