𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞.

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

[𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐧𝐝]
@𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 💄

𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝟓𝟖𝟗 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬
@𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐜
>@𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 🌚 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫
@𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐡 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬.
> @𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭😩
> @𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲
@𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞_𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 💔 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐨
@𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝟑𝟖𝟐𝟔𝟐𝟓𝟐𝟖𝟑 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘?
@𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝?👀
> @𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫
...

A couple days had passed since Emily came over and we spent the entire weekend catching each other up on the time passed since we had last seen each other. Everything felt like it once did when we were together as kids but so different at the same time. We certainly looked different, but acted the same way with each other. We couldn't spend more than a few hours without somehow being in contact and when we were together her hands were always on me in one way or another and I was not planning on having that change anytime soon. She was always touchy though so I didn't make it out to be something it wasn't. We were friends and that's all there was to it. Very close friends.

Even as kids we never officially 'dated' and to everyone else's knowledge we were simply best friends. There was always a mutual understanding that there was something there but neither of us wanted to admit it. We did everything couples did just without a label and it worked for us. Although now we were both "famous" for lack of better word and people were so nosy, especially on her side of things with all her obsessed fans who desperately wanted her. So things got complicated and no matter what we did, a picture would be taken or a video would circulate of people speculating that I was more than a friend. Emily couldn't care less about it but I did because we weren't dating, and we were adults now so the things we did before I wouldn't allow now. It was messy for the both of us...but Emily always loved being messy.

...

"Can I come over?" Emily's voice echoed through my room while she watched me get changed for the night on FaceTime . I hadn't told her that I was going to the club with Paige and Kk so I shook my head to which she groaned. "Ughh why not?" I laughed at how devastated she sounded over not spending one night with me and I held my heels up to the screen. "I'm going out Em." Her head tilted to the side trying to think about how I thought that would stop her from seeing me. "With who?" Her voice sounded so serious when she asked that I stared back at the screen with a mischievous grin. "Someone." I knew damn well I wasn't planning on doing anyone or anything but getting drunk but she didn't need to know that. "I'm coming over." Is all I heard before she hung up the phone in my face. "That girl.." I mumbled underneath my breath and finished getting dressed to take some insta pics.

"Y'all ready to go?" Paige screamed from the living room and both me and Kk went to meet her knowing she don't play about being punctual.
"Guys..." I said guiltily with a little smile on my face. "Oh my god you're pregnant. Lord help we just want one good night!" Kk screamed before I even got a chance to say anything and I put my hand over her mouth so she couldn't continue to talk nonsense. "No bozo Emily is coming with us." Both the girls looked at me with unimpressed expressions and I crossed my arms over my chest offended. "You're acting like we didn't know that already." Kk said almost as if she was upset that I didn't have anything more exciting to say. "We knew she was coming the second you stepped out in that outfit." Paige added and Kk pointed to her in agreement.

"What's that supposed to mean?" My eyes went back and forth between the two of them and they both stared at me like I was oblivious. "She wants you girl." Kk stated and I shook my head in disagreement. "We're just close it's not like that." I tried to explain but Paige gave me the side eye of a century. "20 dollars they bang tonight." - "deal." I laughed at the two of them and walked towards the front door with my middle fingers in the air. "I hate you guys." I opened the door to see Emily dressed in a black t shirt and matching jeans with a chain over her shirt. She looked so good I almost cancelled our plans right then and there. My thoughts were definitely reciprocated, her eyes checking me out from top to bottom. "You sure you don't just wanna stay here?" She suggested with a smirk, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. "Shut up."
...

As soon as we made it to the club I went straight for the drinks and Paige and Kk went to meet some other girls from the UCONN team. Emily was right behind me like a hawk and watched my every move as per usual. "You can go and have fun yknow?" I screamed over the music, drink in hand while my back rested against the wooden bar behind me. "I'm having fun right here." She assured me running her tongue over her lips, her hands snaking up my legs and onto my hips giving them a squeeze. "You have to stop that." I replied tipsily with a grin on my face, tilting my head to the side while I spoke to her knowing she loved it. I was referring to everything she did knowing it would get under my skin. The years we hadn't seen each other only made the tension that was already there worse. "Don't do that..." She shook her head slowly side to side and bit down on her lip trying to keep from saying things she would regret later on.

"Do what?" I said standing up right, closing the space between us. "Aryan." My name came off her tongue like a warning, only making me want to push it further. "What Emily?" I looked up at her and hooked my fingers around the loops of her jeans, slowly tugging her towards the dance floor. I watched her jaw clench every time I touched her, trying to physically hold herself back. I knew she was, and I knew I making it hard for her. My back pressed up against her chest and I danced along to the music, hearing a few whoops from the team of girls who knew me from Paige and Kk. Emily's hands ran along the entirety of my body, dragging her fingertips from my hips, to my stomach, all the way up to my neck. I felt her hand tilt my head upwards while she leaned down breathing against my ear. "We're going home okay?" She asked but it was far from a question, she was telling me that that's what was happening. "Mhm."

Maybe I would loose the 20 bucks after all. Whoops.