I arrive at a random house party and pause at the entrance, taking a deep breath before stepping out of my car. Inside, I navigate through the crowd, to find my best friend, Nat.
Finally spotting her near the beer pong table, I gently grasp her forearm and pull her toward me, leading her out of the house.
"Hey, what are you doing?" she protests.
"I got a call from someone asking me to pick you up," I explain.
She groans in response. "I'm okay, let me go back inside."
"Absolutely not" I quietly remark, guiding her into the passenger seat of my car.
As we drive back to Nat's trailer, I can sense the effects of the substances starting to take hold of her. Her hand finds its way to my thigh, and although love the feeling, I'm concerned about her state. Trying to keep things under control, I maintain my focus on the road trying to ignore her touch.
As I park the car outside Nat's trailer, I turn off the engine and take a moment to gather myself. Assisting her out of the car, I support her unsteady steps as we approach the trailer door. With the jingling of keys, I unlock the door and carefully guide her inside.
"Come on, take a seat," I say to Nat, guiding her towards the bed. She clings onto my arm and sways slightly.
"You smell nice," she murmurs, drunkenly leaning into my neck. "You're a weirdo," I chuckle.
She settles onto the bed and pulls me closer. "Stay with me," she whispers. I blush a bit and move over to lie beside her.
She smiles and snuggles closer, resting her head on my chest.
A couple of minutes after settling down, Nat starts drunkenly talking.
"Your eyes are beautiful," she whispers softly.
"Thank you, Nat," I respond.
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"I wish you were mine."
Her words catch me off guard, and I struggle to compose myself, as my own feelings for her become a whirlwind inside.
I never anticipated this revelation, especially considering she's my closest friend, and I always believed she was straight.
"You must be joking," I mutter, taken aback.
"I'm serious," she insists.
...
"I wish you were mine."
I glance down at the dyed blonde hair, uncertain of what to say next.
Her hand finds its way to my thigh once more, and this time, I allow myself a fleeting moment to savor the touch before gently moving her hand away.
"You might truly mean it, but you're still high" I remind her.
She rolls her eyes playfully and pulls me closer, wrapping her arms around my waist, and nuzzles her face into my neck.
"I promise to tell you the same thing tomorrow," she whispers softly.
"Only if you're completely sober," I reply, trying to keep a light tone.
A grin appears on her face, and she agrees, "Okay."
