My Best Friend

Chapter 5

I remember that night so well. The night I knew I was starting to fall in love with her.

I mean, I was already in love with her. But there was a new type of love starting to develop. The type of love that I was always told that could happen only between a man and a woman.

But god did I start to think differently when that small little kiss happened.

It was about three months later, after Peter and I broke up. It was Valentines, the holiday known for love. My father was out of town for two days, and Glen was still trying her hardest to cheer me up about my break up even though I was pretty much over that asshole.

One of Glen's methods of a cheer up just so happens to be a party. And that party just so happened to be on Valentines... I remember arguing with her about it.
"Glen, I'm fine. I'm over him. I don't need a party." I pout as I watched her come inside with a bunch of party supplies in hand.
"Oh shush. You will have this party. Sides, it's a great way to meet other guys." She laughs softly and makes her way to the kitchen.

I follow her to my kitchen, watching her sort out the food and different drinks. I pause, noticing the tequila bottle right away.
"Um, Glen?" I walk up next to her, picking up the bottle. She looks at me and grins.
"I used a fake ID to get that." She explains, taking the bottle from me, setting it back on the counter. "It'll make things interesting tonight."

There wasn't any use in arguing with her. Once her mind was set, it was like trying to break a brick wall with a plastic spoon.

It didn't take long for her to set up and make phone calls. The party started at 7 p.m, and it was around 6:50 when we got dress. Once more, her deciding what I wear.

By the time 7 rolled around, the house was packed tight with music blasting loudly. In the backyard, people were removing their clothing and jumping into my pool while a group of people had started spin the bottle in the center of my living room.

"Come on, Claire. Spin the bottle." A guy sitting next to me on the floor said, nudging me gently.
"I'll pass." I laugh, looking at Glen who sat across the circle, wiggling her eye brows at me.
"Oh come on Claire Bear, take a risk." She teases, taking another drink from her red solo cup.

I rolled my eyes and gave in, taking the bottle hesitantly and giving it a spin. I looked away to grab my own cup, looking back over at the bottle once the wolf howls began.

I grew bright red when I saw who it was; a guy from the football team, the one who had told Peter to calm down.

He was cute, I'll admit that. But from his facial expression, he did want to kiss me. He glanced over to his girlfriend who sat beside him, looking pissed at me.

"I'll pass." We both say, almost at the same time. From the corner of my eye I saw Glen roll her eyes.
"Well, anyone wanna take Eric's place?" She asks but no one responded, obviously to embarrassed to speak up.

Glen glanced at me just as I glanced at her. I saw pity in her eyes, she must of felt bad no one spoke up because next she offered to kiss me.This stirred the crowd, them chanting "Do it. Do it." and laughing.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. The memory of seeing her in the shower flashed back into my head just as she made she way in front of me. I didn't pull away when her lips were just inches away.

I didn't want to pull away. Deep down I wanted this to happen. So bad I wanted this to happen. But it didn't. Instead she kissed my cheek quickly and pulled back with a bright smile on her face.

"Awwww! Boo!"
"Com'on! On the lips!"
"Yeah! On the lips!"
"And not a quicky!"

I felt my cheeks burn as I looked her in the eyes. Her cheeks also flared but she pulled it off cool. She shrugged and went in again. Her lips actually meeting mine straight on.

My stomach started doing flips and my heart started thumping like a ticking time bomb. Her lips were soft like butter, sweet like a candy apple. A kiss lasting only 30 seconds felt like hours I never wanted to end. But like all good things, it came to an end.

She pulled back, eyes locked on mine. And in that moment, I could have sworn she felt what I did. But my hope faded when she glanced back at the crowd that gathered around to cheer us on. A smile across her face and her cheeks returning to there light self.

I kept a smile up even though I wanted to frown. That feeling was still inside me, making me confused as all hell. What did this mean? Do I like my best friend more than a best friend? But my father had always told me I, as a girl, could only feel this way about a boy. Glen wasn't a boy. She was a girl, a very beautiful girl if I might add.

As the night carried on, my confusion didn't end. In fact, it just got worse. Especially when the party was over and Glen decided to stay the night, sleeping in the same bed as I.

I remember laying wide awake next to her. Wondering what she felt and if what I felt was wrong. I felt so stupid for laying there, watching at her shoulders shifted as she breathed.

Her wavy brown hair fell across the pillow in such a pretty way even though it would defiantly cause huge bed head for her. But as I thought about it more, I realized even with bed head and smeared make up, she was still so beautiful.