Glass Heart

Part Eighty-Two

Kylie's POV:

"Congrats on finishing, you guys are the best cast and crew any director could have asked for. I love you all, and thank you for making this journey so great!"

Everyone was teary eyed as Jennifer talked.

The entire cast, even extras and stunt doubles were squeezed into the small cast room.

Everyone was basically shoulder to shoulder, and Jennifer was standing on a table.

This feeling was surreal.

Not in Gabby Duran, not in High School Musical The Musical, no ending has felt like this before.

The entire cast truly became a family.

Knowing that we were done, and wouldn't see each other every single day anymore kind of killed me.

And we don't even know if we'll have a second movie.

For all I know, this could be the last time we were all together in the same room.

People were sniffling, people were smiling, people were cheering, but I was just looking for one person.

I turned to the girl next to me and watched as she wiped a tear.

I nudged Ruby, making her stop wiping it, and turning to me.

She laughed through her cry, and hugged me harder than ever before.

"I love you Ky." She said, as I felt her tears soaking my shirt.

This was hitting me in a crazy way.

My eyes began to water as I wrapped my arms around the blonde girl I had grown up with.

"I love you too Rubes. We did good. I'm proud of us."

Ruby hugged me tighter before letting go after like thirty seconds.

I was trying to concentrate on her, but was having a hard time.

Luckily, Joshua came and took her
away—something he's been doing often lately.

I was finally able to look for the one person I wanted to see.

It was hard to see faces, so I just tried to look for her shoes.

I found them.

Once I saw and confirmed that it was her, I looked up from the floor and saw Malia.

She was standing with Peder, and Morgan.

Usually I'd be jealous, but lately we've been doing really good as 'friends'.

I still don't think either of us actually want that, but we're going good regardless.

I was happy to see Malia so happy. I was happy to see her get the 'big break' that she's deserved for so long.

I was still standing across the room, but I didn't care who caught me staring.

I was looking at someone worth it.

Her eyes were shining and she was smiling, laughing at something Morgan had said.

Her eyes weren't on Morgan though.

They were wandering along the room, as if she was searching for something.

Soon enough, her eyes made contact with mine, and the wandering stopped.

Time stood still as Malia smiled at me, not breaking eye contact.

The seconds stopped passing by as we both began to walk towards each other.

Time began again when it was just us, standing face to face.

Malia smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"Good job, Maliki." I said, making her laugh. "We did it!"

Malia smiled and nodded.

"That we did. Kind of bittersweet, right?" She asked, her nose doing the cutest scrunch. "I mean don't get me wrong, i'm glad we're done, but gosh i'm going to miss this. Them. Everything."

Malia and I were, yet again, on the same wave length.

It's like I don't have a single thought. All of them are hers.

"There was no better way to word it, M."

Malia just smiled at me.

That smile could never get old.

I just smiled back and broke the tension that had been filling the air this whole conversation.

How did I break it?

Simple. I just pulled her into a hug.

She seemed surprised at first, though I'm not sure why.

She relaxed quickly though, hugging me back.

It was nice.

We haven't been this close in a week.

Since that day we made the 'big decision'.

It was nice to know that Malia was still in my corner.

And I hope she knows i'm in hers.

I hope she knows I love her.

Gosh, I still love her.

What do I even do? It's not a changing fact. I'm stuck loving her forever.

I cant help it.

It's too hard to even describe the love I have for her. All I can say is that it will never go away.

I'd choose her in a million life times.

I'd choose her in a room full of the people I love, because my love for her outweighs all the others.

In every single occasion I'd choose her.

Just holding her in my arms like this reminds me that she is all I need.

Malia Baker is my life line.

I don't care how long it takes—how many lifetimes I will live—I won't stop loving Malia until we can be end game.

And I just know she feels the same.

I have zero doubt.

The way she looks up at me, her doe eyes glistening in the light... it's different than the way anyone has ever looked at me.

More loving, more lust, more passion, more everything.

"Thanks for making this experience so great, Ky." She said, her voice quiet.

I could tell she was going to cry, but I just rested my chin on her head.

"This isn't the end M. You already know you won't get away from me that easy."

Malia laughed, and I smiled and closed my eyes, taking in the moment.

This moment makes me weak.

I want to get on my knees and tell Malia every single thought i've ever had of her.

I want to tell her, and show her all the ways I've been longing of loving her.

But I cant.

I have to convince myself, more than anything else.

But i'm not convinced in the slightest.

Screw it.

I don't care what she wants.

Wait, that sounds bad.

Of course I care what she wants.

But this isn't what she wants, so I'm going to do it tonight.

No more second guessing our feelings that were CLEARLY mutual, no more hesitation, no more being scared.

Like I said, screw it.