I sit on my bed staring at the picture on my nightstand. It's of me and my two best friends, Taemin and Luhan. Those were simpler times. The picture was taken in front of the SM building in L.A. This was before he told me. It came as a shock seeing as all three of us had been best friends since I moved to Korea from America on my birthday during kindergarten. I met Luhan and Taemin on my birthday. I thought we would always be the best of friends, but it all changed very quickly.
*flashback to last night*
"Annabella, I need to talk to you," Taemin says using my full name.
"Huh? What about?" I wonder, a smile on my face. Seeing Taemin always puts me in the best mood. He never fails to put a grin on my face. I rarely see him. Being an idol and all he's always busy, busy, busy. It's his last day in Korea because he has a concert in Beijing in two weeks. He's leaving tomorrow.
"Us, you know," he says hesitantly, "you know, um." He can't seem to find the right words. I tilt my head to the side expressing my confusion. "BellaIlikeyou," he mumbles.
My stomach clenches. Did I really just hear that? "What?" I try.
"Bella, I like you. As in, more than a friend. I know you must be shocked, or I don't know," he assumed. What? What? I can't believe my ears. "You don't have to respond, I just felt you needed to know before I left again," he adds a bit more relaxed.
"Um, I-i-i-need some air," I say and walk to the neighborhood park. There are so many memories here. The three of us on the swings together, me getting stuck on the monkey bars when I was six, Luhan tripping into the woodchips. That particular memory makes me giggle.
Suddenly I remember a memory, which before talking to Taemin, wouldn't make me think twice. It was Luhan, Taemin, and me here at this park on the double slide. Taemin suggested we play house. Luhan agreed, and I asked who was who. Taemin decided I was the mommy; he was the daddy, and Luhan the son. Luhan fought back and asked why he was always the son and never the daddy. They ended up going home because they couldn't make up their minds.
It made some sense. I shook the thought out of my head. Eventually I realized I had been sitting here for a quite a while. I look around and to my surprise it has gotten dark. My watch says 8:24 PM. My watch is silver with cerulean swirls on the band. It has my initials ART. Ha... Yeah Annabella Rose Tate. Back on subject, Taemin gave me this watch when I turned 16 two years ago. It really means a lot to me. Everything seems to remind me of him.
I grab my phone to see if I have missed anything. A thought shot across my mind: Luhan was coming back today and I was supposed to be at the house with Taemin. I checked my alerts and had 12 missed phone calls and 26 texts. I'm so loved... hahaha... well I guess I am... Do I have the same feelings though? Whoever thought of the phrase "butterflies in my stomach" was wrong. More like wasps. Anyways I turned back to my phone. Here was the call log:
Luhan 5x
Maddie 2x
Taemin 1x
Umma 1x
Liz sis 2x
Then my Texts:
[8/8] Luhan
-Hey
-Yooo
-Where are you?
-I'm here...
-Taemin explained what happened Bella
-We need to talk
