Everyone has a special person; someone who comforts them, loves them, and someone who protects them, no matter the scenario or circumstance.
Their overall protector.
"Hey, hey, are you okay?" Amber asks, worried, her voice laced with comforting concern, as she opens the door to be met with me, shivering and soaked.
Shaking my head slightly before looking up to her with teary eyes, I pout, my usually tan cheeks pale. Heavy, distraught rain heaves outside, and I was, unfortunately, caught up in it, leading to my drenched state.
Amber's house isn't close, you know? Plus, I don't own a car; God forbid I took Christina's.
"Are you crying?" She questions, her sleek eyebrows furrowing along with big, usually malice, eyes shifting soft and in slight distress. Her voice suddenly gains a hint of sternness. "Come inside, Tair." She opens the door wide for me, watching as I step inside, being cautious when it comes to her expensive, carefully picked out carpets and my not so expensive damp clothing.
"Sorry.." I mumble, my gaze making its way down to my trembling fingers.
It's cold, what do you expect the body of a 5 foot, 17 year old girl to do other than quiver after running for twenty or so minutes in pouring weathers?
"For what?" She scoffs, turning to face me. "What happened, love?" My stomach turns delightfully. It drives me feral when she assigns soft nicknames to me because of my sadness.
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In a way, it makes me want to be sadder.
How can the definition of sadness be 'feeling or showing sorrow,' when in the back of my mind I reel and await the butterflies I'll be presented with when Amber finds out what had happened. How can I be sad when my main source of solace and contentment lies just twenty minutes away from me.
No, sadness has turned to a guaranteed gift; like being a kid on Christmas Eve, having to wait all that time but knowing in the end you're gonna get something worth of it. You'd wait another million other Christmas Eves if you knew you were gonna get a gift after each one, no?
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"I'm cold.." I sniffle, and Amber grabs my hand, shuddering as the contrast between my chilling fingers and her warm ones is very obvious.
"Jesus Christ, Tara." She exclaims, her gaze focussing on my fish like hands, wet, cold and pale. "Shit, you're freezing.." She pauses, biting her bottom lip anxiously "Come upstairs, let's get you changed." Finally, she sighs.
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I know I'm causing her stress, is it selfish that her worry causes me fulfilment? It's more than nice to know that someone is capable of caring for you to this degree, or maybe at all.
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Realising what Amber's suggesting, my gaze flickers up, meeting her, still worried eyes, with my bright, excited ones; I love wearing Amber's clothes; they're warm and smell nice. I go to hug her, but she stops me with her hand pressed against my chest, eliciting a warm sensation as just her mere touch affects me.
"You're wet, I'm dry." She states. "Even though you look like a sad puppy, this shirt is new, and I don't want it ruined." Understandable.
I nod while smiling widely; we head upstairs.
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"Are you sure I can wear this? My hair is soaked. It could mess up your hoodie." I ramble, coming out of her closet; the hoodie is way too big for me, but it's comforting.
"Why else would I hand you it?" Amber snickers. Something about her laugh causes my throat to dry out along with my chest to tighten. She then smiles. "There's some shorts in the draw."
A shy blush creeps across my cheeks as I slowly make my way to the dark haired girl. "Yeah, I know.. I kind of already stole them" I give a small smirk before giggling.
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Her clothes feel as if crafted by angels. Which is ironic because Amber herself seems crafted by God.
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The now silent girl just smiles, however her sweet, calming grin soon turns to a confronting expression. "What happened?" Her voice is small, not wanting to trigger or upset me.
"Uhm.." I swallow dryly, shifting uncomfortably. "Wes and I.." I start but get cut off. She's heard the story a million times.
"What did that dick do now." She interrupts, tensing her fists. "I swear this is the third time this week, Tair?" Her voice raises slightly.
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I feel amazingly terrible. Guiltily enjoying the attention she's providing me, which I'm grabbing desperately with greedy hands.
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"It.. it wasn't his fault." I mumble, pausing mid sentence, avoiding eye contact and chewing on the inside of my mouth. "He was right, i just..." Once again, I pause, struggling to explain the situation. "...I was annoying him?" I finally make eye contact.
"Tara." Amber deadpans, bringing me into her side. "He doesn't deserve you."
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I lean closer and start to cry into her shirt, my nimble fingers clinging to its silky fabrics.
Wes and I's relationship is toxic, no doubt, both sides had a part, but I still love him and don't wanna break up. It's too huge a change and emotionally I don't know what would come of it.
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After a minute or so, the taller girl decides to speak. "Do you.. wanna watch a movie or.. lay down?" She softly suggests, stroking my back with her smooth palm.
I wipe my drying tears. "Why not both?" I giggle, my voice a little hoarse.
"If you want." Amber smiles, moving back against the headboard of her bed. "Come." She gestures, patting the empty space besides her.
Smiling as a response, I snuggle up next to her, resting my head on her shoulder and seaping under the covers. She puts her toned arm around me and uses her hand to brush through my dark brunette locks, her own, darker, curls laying just above my head as does her cheek.
I can't help but feel a warm sensation flow through me; my stomach tightening and tingling with butterflies as her fingers twirl around the strands of hair, knotted up from the rain.
Amber leans over and grabs her remote, turning the TV on and clicking into Netflix.
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9:47PM
It's normally around these times when I would retreat to Amber's house because of something that happened between Wes and I. However I couldn't help but feel happy. I like running to Amber, when she would stroke my back in certain ways that send goosebumps down my body, to places that Wes has never even gotten close to; when she would let me sleep over, no matter what day; when she would let me borrow any clothes I wanted, new or old just so I could feel comfortable with her.
It got to the point where I would purposely start fights with Wes just so I could cuddle up to the girl.
If I'm being honest, it was kind of hot when Amber would cuss Wes out over the phone for trying to contact me the next morning, or deathly glare at him the next day at school. It went so far as to Amber pinning Wes against a locker this one time by his collar and almost punching him square in the nose.
I sometimes feel guilty for making her fight my battles, especially with Wes. But I can't help it. She's so mesmerising, captivating and valiant. It leaves me breathless, gasping for air, but only hers. For how could I yearn for anyone else's?
I love my best friend.
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Came back to this fic and there was a LOT to fix, however I did what I could
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