Formula Short Stories And Stuff

PG Real World

Silence fell over the 2 friends. Not an awkward silence but a comfortable one. A silence between two people who already knew what the other was feeling so nothing had to be said. A gentle breeze pushed through the window and the sound of a car passing through. Posie was sitting on Pierre's couch, legs crossed over one another, arms bent and controller in between her hands. The silence however did not last long as a string of curses fell off her lips.
"Merde*. I honeslty hate that you're good at this. You work like 75 percent of the year. When do you have time to get better at fifa?"
He laughed shaking the couch a little.
"Posie it's not my fault you're awful at fifa. It's like you don't even practice when I'm away." He says with his eyes not leaving the TV screen in front of them.
"Ofcourse I don't practice, vache*. Some people have to work regular ass jobs in the regular ass world just to make enough money to buy a place to stay. When I graduated university after 4 years with a degree in accounting I thought I'd maybe have a little more money but they don't tell you about all the things you have to pay for as an adult. Just last week a squirrel put an acorn in my engine and I had to pay so much money just for them to tell me my car was full of nuts. I felt nuts! I pay premo for this place and I have no garage to protect my car. Rain, show, hail and now squirrels? They don't tell you that P, they don't tell you about the real world like that. Except you don't really live in the real world I guess. You drive fast cars and travel the world for your job. You see a new place every week and you're surrounded by people who adore you and hot models and celebrities. Yesterday Greg told me I don't put tabs right on my folders and that I was taking to much space in the shared office fridge. I had a salad and a small cup of soup and apparently that takes up the whole fridge. He bought a pizza last week and stuffed the whole box in there so who takes up the space really? Now I'm rambling, sorry. Désolé*."
I feel extremely winded after my little rant. I don't know why I tell him these things and expect him to just get it. He lives in a fantasy world and I live in reality. Sometimes though I get a peek into his world. A little taste of luxury. Like when he takes me out for my birthday dinner at a Michelin rated restaurant, or when he comes home from races with a small gift from the place he just was. When he was in F2 he used to send me postcards of where he most recently was. I still have them taped into a book.
"You do ramble a lot. I'm glad that hasn't changed in the past 2 weeks I've been gone. And you know I've been offering forever for you to move in with me. The place gets lonely when I'm not there to take care of it and it has 2 parking spaces. Plus when I'm home, you tend to stay here in the spare room anyway. You don't have to pay rent and you can save for a nicer place. You know I wouldn't say no"
Then just like before a silence falls on us as I don't know how to answer him. He has offered me before to live here with him but I feel like such a freeloader, especially if I won't pay for rent. I never mean to stay here when he's home but we tend to have movie nights or play video games until late and he won't let me drive home tired.
"Vache, you know I won't accept living here rent free. Plus this is your house I would be such an intruder. You come home from raced tired and fully wiped out and I don't want to impose on your alone time. I'm a big girl I have my own place I just have to suck it up. Plus what if you want to bring a girl back here and you know... intercourse her or something and I come down in my PJs to get water and you're doing intercourse on the couch or the floor or the center island. I don't think I could ever get that image out of my head for as long as I live. I would be scarred for life.) I let out a slight laugh.
"You wouldn't be a bother Pos, you know that. I love it when you're here. Otherwise why would I invite you all the time? And right when I get home from races too! I want to see you when I get home. Even when it's a hard weekend I live for coming home to murder you in fifa. Also I would not 'intercourse' a girl if you were here and I would tell you beforehand so you had the chance to leave or hide or something. Plus I don't think I'll bring anyone home."
He says still focused on the screen ahead. At this point it would take a miracle for me to beat him but I try my best none the less.
"Why not? No one catch your eye P? You travel across the world, there has to be a beauty who has caught your eye. You could have anyone in the world. I think the fish in the sea would have you if they could."
He pauses the game and puts his controller on the coffee table in front of us.
"It's not that no one has caught my eye. The women of the world are beautiful but I've liked the same person for years now. I'm just nervous to say because it might ruin everything I have with them and I don't want to risk it. Plus I don't even like fish that much anyways"
I turn my body so I'm facing him on the couch.
"You've liked someone for years and you have never told me? I thought we were friends. What the heck dude I feel so left out of the loop. Who is she? What's she like? Where's she from? What does she do? Does she have pets? Like a dog or a cat? Have you taken her out before? Hinted your feelings? This girl must be mad to not want to be with you,Pierre. You're an awesome guy and I'm sure she feels the same and if not you guys can stay friends. Confessing your feelings doesn't have to ruin everything between people. Sometimes you can't help who you fall for I'm sure she understands. Who is she though I have to know!"
I'm shaking with excitement. Bouncing on the couch a little reaching out to grab his hands to bounce with me. I feel a little sad he never told me about this crush. I thought we were close but who knows.
"I can't really tell you Pos. And maybe it would ruin stuff and maybe it wouldn't but I don't know. I never told you because I'm scared to. I can't tell you any of that or it would give it away." He sighs a little.
"Pierre you can tell me anything. I know it's scary and if you really don't feel comfortable telling me I won't make you but still know you can tell me anything."
He waits a moment before turning to fully face me. He's nervously picking the skin around his fingers and shifting a little in his seat before he does something I would never expect. He leans towards me and I swear my stomach falls though my ass and before I can fully process what is happening his lips are on mine. Soft at first and he holds still for a moment before pushing a little more and then pulling away. The breath has left my lungs and I sit there in shock. Did Pierre Gasly just kiss me? Am I dreaming? Did I do drugs I was unaware of? The same Pierre Gasly who has been one of my best friends since our teen years. He saw me with braces and a horrible bob cut. Once I regain enough air to speak I look at him and whisper
"What just happened? Was that a mistake?"
He stops picking his fingers which he started again right away after kissing me and slowly shakes his head.
"Posie I've had a thing for you since we met. I always make it a priority to see you when I'm home and I think about you all the time when I'm away. Mainly waiting to get back to see you. That's why girlfriends never last or why I don't really talk about that stuff because it's always been you. It's not anyone else but you. I wouldn't let some rando live in my house or eat my food or drive my car. I do all that because you're extremely special to me. I'm sorry if that was weird and out of line but I had to tell you soon or I think I would explode. Don't feel like you have to love me back though. It's okay if you don't."
He stops rambling and goes back to his hands. A small smile tugs at my lips, and I reach forward to grab his hands to stop him from picking at them.
"Pierre I've always loved you. I thought it was obvious when we were kids and I guess it wasn't. I gave up a little on it when we grew up though because we live such different lives and we are in such different worlds. It didn't seem to fit. I could never fit in your world."
He holds my hand a little tighter and more sure of himself this time before saying
"But you are my world Pos, you always have been. I don't care if you're from a box on the street or the castle on the hill. I care that you're you and that's always been more than enough. I'm sorry if I never picked up on it or that I didn't say anything sooner but I was scared you would leave or something and I couldn't live without you. You're everything to me."
A single happy tear forms in my eye and I scoot a little closer to him. Close enough to hear his heart.
"You really know how to make a girls heart beat fast don't you. I don't want you to just say this or pretend because it's okay if you don't really like me like that but maybe we can try this. Us. If you really want."
We look into each others eyes for just a moment. He starts to lean in again and just before our lips touch he whispers
"Welcome to the real world"

*Merde-Shit
*Vache-Cow
*Désolé-sorry