A Better Boyfriend (GirlxGirl)

Fourteen- Destiny

A few days had passed by since Scarlet had first been placed into her hospital room. Admittedly, I felt sort of bad for bringing all of this up in my best friend's current state, but I was latching onto anything and everything that could jog her memory. I supposed there was some kind of blessing in the fact that Scarlet and I were getting along so well, anyway, even though she had forgotten a lot of the past. A lot of what had happened between us. And god, that wasn't even to mention the fact that she had seemed to completely forget Chase's existence and place in her life. I wasn't sure whether I should be relieved, or deeply, deeply saddened for her. I would be a bitch to be the former, but I'd be lying if I said I was the latter. She would remember him in time, I was sure. She was just annoyed at him at present, and that was probably clouding her memories a little, too.

"Stay with me," I said.

Scarlet turned to me with an expression of wonder, so I went on to explain.

"Come and stay with me until you're better, Scarlet. I- I can look after you," I said.

My dad may have his objections for sure, but the man spent most of his time passed out on the sofa. I doubted he would have much to say if I let Scarlet come and live with us for a little while. Besides, she said that she didn't even remember Chase. I wasn't about to go and let her live with a man that was effectively, at this point, a stranger to her. Alright, you can call me a villain for that one, but I cared about Scarlet, and it wasn't as though I was going to allow her to be cut off from Chase forever. I was sure that the two would talk to one another again, in good time. That would just be easier when Scarlet's memories started coming back.

"Okay, Destiny," Scarlet said. "I trust you."

That made me feel a little more relieved than I could admit.

God.

I needed to stop feeling like this.

I just couldn't.

That was the thing with catching feelings. Once you started, it was really damn difficult to stop.

She was pure light. One that I really struggled to look away from, even if it hurt at times.

I felt my own eyes flicker with sadness, so I looked away from Scarlet for a moment.

Alright, I couldn't allow her to see the sadness in them, but that wasn't the only emotion they were revealing. I was sure there was affection there, too.

I didn't need to freak Scarlet out any more than I was sure she already was. I just needed to be her friend right now, and I was surprisingly okay with that.

Everything had changed in a matter of twenty-four hours, but that didn't mean that it would forever be this way.

Scarlet and I went home, once the doctor gave us the go ahead. I walked her back and let her go to sleep on the bed beside me. She seemed completely and utterly exhausted, and after what she had been through, I could hardly say that I was surprised. She deserved some time to rest, now.

I went to sit in my chair, and eventually drifted off, only to have some incredibly vivid dreams that I wouldn't be able to share with anyone.

In the dream, I was lying in bed, beside Scarlet, whose eyes glittered with lust. She was with me. She rolled over and pressed her lips against my neck, her soft breaths the only thing audible, as my eyes fluttered closed, as her hand traced down my body towards my thighs. This was bad. I woke up in a cold sweat. Was I a terrible person, or was I just running away with my imagination? Either way, I needed to make it stop. Scarlet wasn't mine. She couldn't be mine because she had always been his. As much as I hated it. As much as I never wanted to lose her to him. I had to face facts. Furthermore, she was staying with me now. I couldn't do this. It wasn't right. I shook my head, as though in doing so I could also shake away my problematic thoughts, and then decided to take a cold shower.

I let the water wash away the sins of my mind, and then grabbed a towel and dried off.

I headed out of the bathroom to find Scarlet in the hall.

The surprise of which could have almost made me drop said towel and that would have been a completely different situation...

Fortunately for the two of us, I did not.

That being said, I still couldn't believe that I had her here, that the two of us were finally alone.

This sort of thing rarely ever happened anymore.

Alright, that wasn't strictly true.

Ever since the night club, we had been spending much more time together.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you," Scarlet told me, with a pleasant smile.

"You didn't. I just... hello," I said.

"Hey," Scarlet replied, with an amused glint in her gaze.

"I can get you a towel, if you want to take a shower," I said.

God. Alright, so now was not the time to be thinking about my best friend taking a shower, for goodness' sake! I was going to need another cold shower if I kept going along with this train of thought. It needed to be stopped in its tracks. Immediately.

At least the weather was warm. It meant taking cold showers was far less painful.

"That would be great. Thank you, Dest," Scarlet said.

She was killing me.

She wasn't doing anything in particular, really, but she was just... so sweet. Too pure for this world, that was for sure. And in that moment, I realised I could never let anything, anyone, hurt her ever again.