𝑶𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓

Part 1

𝐹𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑏𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘
"Mari! Mari! Look what I brought!" And there she was, Anne Hathaway, my best friend since before we could walk. She was amazing and everything I could ask for in a friend. Yeah a friend. Nothing more. I must confess, ever since I realized my attraction to girls Anne was sort of the reason for this realization. That and Miss Zendaya herself; it was hard trying to keep my feelings under wraps especially since we are always hanging out every chance we get.

"Mari omg you would not believe me when I say this was the last one in the store" she said while putting her hands on her knees panting, holding the mermaid Barbie movie we've always wanted to watch, She was never athletic unlike me so in gym I would sit with her and we would talk and give every person who ran past us a a story, sometimes it would be the most random and silliest stories. "This sleepover is going to be so fun! I brought everything you asked for even the blanket from my room since you love it to much" said Anne with the cheekiest smile. She wasn't wrong when I slept over her house that blanket was always my go to, it just always smelled nice, like Anne.

"Alright let's bring this all inside and get you some water" I chuckled seeing her wipe sweat off her forehead.

The night went on as usual with laughs and deep conversations that had us laying down and looking up at my ceiling, filled with tiny glow in the dark stars from when I was a kid.

And moments when I would just stare, and get lost in the way her lashes would fall on her cheeks with every blank, the rise of her chest, her smile, the way her hair was laid out on the sheets.

It was all so overwhelming, just everything about her made my heart skip beats and face heat up. 𝐼𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠．

"ℎ𝑒𝑦? Hey! Mari? Helloooo earth to Maria" oh god I did it again. I came back to reality and mumbled a quiet sorry and got up, using my elbows as leverage.

"Hey is everything alright? You seem out of it want to talk" there it is the concern look on her face. God why is she so cute, the way she worries about me and really cares about what I have to say all the time—it just does something to me. 𝐼𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝑛 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠．

I started tuning her out it was all getting too much. Her lips were moving but I couldn't hear anything. Her hand reached up to caress my arm, but I couldn't hear the sheets rustle with her every move.

And then

It happened

𝐼 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟．