She glared at me apprehensively, "Why?"
I was confused. "Isn't that customary?" I wondered.
"I don't know," she admitted. She lodged her face into my shoulder and it sent a jolt of electricity through me. I could feel her warm breath. She hesitated for a minute before continuing, "That's not necessary, you know. I don't expect you to...I mean, you don't have to pretend for me."
Pretend? She was my life now, didn't she remember our conversation from less than an hour ago? I loved her. There was nothing about my affections for her that was in any way inaccurate.
"I'm not pretending," I smiled to let her know that this was not a lie. "I want to be your girlfriend."
"Is that what you are?"
Wasn't it? Maybe we hadn't declared our status, but I thought it was obvious. I decided that I was her...girlfriend. "It's a loose interpretation of the word 'friend,' I'll admit."
"I was under the impression that you were something more, actually," she admitted while she turned her gaze to the table.
A joyous feeling suddenly broke free and through my body.
Her gaze had not returned to me, and I took decisive action so I could read her conversational eyes. I lightly brought my finger to her chin, using the lightest of pressure, and brought her gaze to mine, "But she will need some explanation for why I'm around so much." I watched as her eyes looked fully in thought.
"She?" I asked
"Your grandmother, silly."
For a while, I had forgotten about my grandmother. It was like no one else existed when I was with Melissa.
"Oh," I answered. "Right."
She waited as I unlocked the door to the house. I stepped aside, motioning for her to go in first.
"Ladies first."
"You're a lady too."
I paused for a moment. "Age before beauty?"
"I'm only two months older than you!" she laughed, walking inside.
"Not only that, you're prettier than I, too." I declared.
Her eyes froze for a second and her body stiffened, and then she looked back to me.
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Love Her
RomanceYou are in love with your best friend, but she has no clue. You have suffered in silence as you have watched her fall for the wrong guys over and over again. Graduation is coming up, and you are running out of time to tell her how you feel. Will she...