Party girl

Friends or more

As much as Val wants to lay on her bed and next to her very cozy girlfriend. She wants to know, everything that happened right before going to the restroom.Val descended the stairs, drawn to the enticing aromas wafting from the kitchen. Alexa stood at the stove, expertly flipping omelettes. The sizzle of eggs and gentle hum of the juicer filled the air.

"So..." Val began, her voice low, eyes locked on Alexa. "Was that the girl you couldn't get out of your head these past weeks?"

Alexa looked up, a sly grin spreading across her face. "If you must know..." She paused, meeting Val's gaze. "Yes, she's attractive, but it's her personality that's really has caught me."

Val's silence urged Alexa to continue. The juicer whirred to a stop, and Alexa poured the vibrant liquid into glasses.

Val smiled, hopeful her best friend might finally move on from the heartbreak. "So, are you guys anything yet?" she asked, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

Alexa finished the omelettes, her movements deliberate. "No... I started to think of him," she admitted, hesitation in her voice. "I don't know."

Val's thoughts raced – excitement, concern, and now disappointment. Her face fell, eyes narrowing. "Oh... the asshole," she muttered, disgust lacing her tone. She rolled her eyes, already sensing where this was headed.

Alexa's gaze dropped, avoiding Val's disapproving stare.

Alexa sighed, defensive. "...If that's what you want to call him, but I loved him for years, Val. You know my struggles with letting people go." Her voice cracked, revealing the depth of her emotions.

Val's expression softened, empathetic. "I know, and he was great to you in the beginning, but you can't hold onto the past forever." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "Remember, he caused you more pain than happiness in that relationship... I'm just glad he ended things." Val's words stung, but she knew they were necessary.

Alexa's eyes dropped, her shoulders slumping. Val noticed the subtle tremble of her lips, the unshed tears.

Val continued, gentle but firm, "You deserved better, and I wish we'd seen the signs sooner. You're stronger now, and I'm here for you."

Memories flood back, transporting me to our 4-year anniversary. Rafael and I had planned to celebrate, but the night turned sour. He'd promised a romantic dinner and special activity, but when the time came, he claimed he'd never made those promises. Instead, he suggested a food truck. Normally, I wouldn't mind, but on our anniversary? It stung.

My face burned with frustration, tears welling up. "You forgot what today means to me... to us?" I'd asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Rafael's running his hands through his hair in frustration still haunts me. "Here you again, starting the same fucking shit."

That moment revealed the truth – our love had become a facade. I don't want to relive that pain.

Back in the present, Val's words echo: "You deserved better." I glance at her, knowing she's right.

Valeria notices Alexa's worried expression and feels a pang of guilt. "Give me a hug," she says, opening her arms. Alexa looks up, seeking reassurance.

Valeria envelops her in a warm hug, holding back her own emotions. Alexa melts into the embrace, savoring the comfort.

Memories flash back to high school when Valeria, instead of hugging her crying friend, grabbed a broom. "I guess I deserved that," Alexa thinks with a chuckle.

"You're lucky, I love you," Valeria whispers, her voice filled with affection.

Alexa pulls back, smiling. "Love you too."