Falling For My Straight Friend

Day 1 (2)

I feel her weight on the edge of the  bed. "Well, y-you're in my designated room." She says shyly.

"Oh!" I sit down. "Sorry." I feel so sheepish.

"No. No. No. This is your house dummy! You can sleep wherever you want. You can even tell me to sleep in the bathroom, and hell, I'll sleep there!" Her slightly nervous laugh fills the room. I smile at the realization that she is as shy I am with her to me being the host of this vacation. "But since you're here. Can I ask-"

"No." I say.

I can see the silhouette of her nodding. "Okay then. I want to talk about the thumbtack thing again, instead."

"What about it?"

"Why do you think I am the paper?" She asks while settling herself under the covers that I was still in.

"I don't think you're the paper. I know you're the paper." I say confidently and layed down again.

She laughs a bit. "Okay. Why?"

"I can't explain really. I just see it and I feel it. And I know, for a fact, that you know it's true. Don't you?"

She exhales loud and pouts again. I can see it through her silhouette.

"It's not always bad to be the paper, you know? You're the kind of paper that loves the thumbtack. He just loves you more than you love him. Unlike me, it was the bad case scenario." I laugh a little.

"What if..." she starts but can't seem to finish.

"Just say it."

"What if you're wrong. What if this is the worst case scenario. 'Cause.. I'm not ...sure with Caleb." Her voice spilling out with remorse.

"Then why take him here?" I blurted out. Finally, letting out the slight hate I feel for the poor guy. "I mean, we'll be here for 3 weeks and you're not sure about him?"

She sighs. "I don't know. Do you hate him?"

"I don't hate him. I just ...don't like him.. i don't know.. there's just this.. off feeling about him but I do like him for you. You guys look fine with each other. Like, you can tolerate each other for a long time." I say joking at the last part. "But.. i don't know. It seems like there's something.. not quite right. He seems good though."

She looks at me. I look back. I'm nervous again.

"That's exactly what I'm feeling. I'm not sure."

"How are you so sure that you're unsure 'bout him?"

she sighs and pouts while thinking -A habit of hers I'm beginning to memorize. She sighs again and I smell the alcohol we've been drinking all night; realizing that maybe that's the reason she is opening up to me- Because she's under the influence.

"I don't know. I'm just ..not sure." Her tone a bit helpless

"Don't stress out okay? This is only the overture of your relationship. You can't really tell yet. Tomorrow he might do something that'll surprise you and poof! You're sure about him." Then I emphasize. "Don't stress out." But I don't really mean it. I just thought she needed to hear it.

She shakes her head. Why do I like that she disapproves my positive note about Caleb? I think I really do hate the poor guy. Poor guy, indeed.

"I think I know what this is and I'm not gonna sugarcoat it darling." I began and she encourages me to continue. "Did you just pick him 'cause he's the safest choice? Like in school, he's an okay guy for ms. Popular. He's slightly popular, definitely handsome but a not extravagant -well maybe not for you- but you pick him. Like in the game truth or dare? Safe people pick truth 'cause they're scared of what consequences dare might have for them. Dare might be something bad, yes, but dare also can give you the best memories, you know? Truth is just safe and just.. just ..plain ass boring." She laughs a bit upon hearing my last statement.  "So, did you pick him 'cause he's 'truth'? Even though he's plain ass boring?" I laugh a bit at the last part.

I can see her blink a couple times in awe and she did what I expected her to do -she pouted- I'm starting to adore this habit of hers.

"That was odd." She starts "but a good possibility." She nods.  "I'm still not sure though. But man, you're good at this stuff." She laughs a bit in amusement. "You could like, have your own show and people will quote something on every episode and post it on social media with your face.." she says animatedly then laughed.

I laugh a little. "You. Are. Drunk."

"And you are weird!" She says "But smart weird. But you're too frank! Good thing you're cute." She adds and squeezed my cheek.

I felt myself blush. I am talking to the most popular girl at school and she's complimenting me. So I guess that explains the sudden hint of color on my cheeks. (Or maybe because of the alcohol)

"Okay. I think-" she cuts me off

"Do you have something to call the.. the.. I don't know. When you have like, feelings for someone that will never ever ever ever forever have feelings for you, too?"

"People call that domino effect."

"No. No." She laughs "It's different. Like.. You love that person but that person is not yet in love with anybody else. It's just that that person won't like you back."

"No. Not yet."

"Oh.... okay. Good! Oh! Oh! I'll try to name it... I'll try to do what you do.. wait. Gimme a sec.."

She pouts again while she taps her lips with her index finger. Thinking. "Oh! Oh!" She exclaims. "I'll call it the.... the.... ffff... theeeeeeeeee.... shhhhllooo... theeee... kllsshhhhh"

"I'm hinting you're about to explode?" I tease her.

"Shut up." She concentrates again. I can't believe she's serious about this.

"If you wanna do it how I do it. You shouldn't think about it. It should be like an epiphany or something."

She didn't mind me. She kept whispering to herself and disagreeing with herself. I never saw this side of Chloe. She is always uptight and worried when I see her at school. Well, maybe also because we never hang out much.

"Eureka! I got it!" She exclaims. "Are you ready?"

"Okay. Let's hear it."

"The meteor syndrome!" She says with full enthusiasm.

"Hey. That actually sound cool. I like it." I really do. It sounds like something I would say. I am starting to consider Chloe to be my best friend because of this.

"It's like... the meteor falls for the .... earth."

"Yeah. And astronomically, the earth cannot technically fall for a meteor -and not falling for any other thing for that matter." I nod. "It's good. It's good." I smile.

"Oh. You finished it! Haha. I didn't think of that part. I just got lucky coz 'meteor' was the first thing that popped in my head when I was thinking of falling things." She laughs. Her laugh a bit distorted.

I giggle, amazed by her goofiness. "We make a great team." I say.

"Yes." She yawns "Yes...ye.." she says some what drifting off to sleep.

I stare at her. I realized she looks better with no make up on. In campus, she always wears make up. Yes, she is beautiful but with this is natural look, she is gorgeous.

I smile unconciously and start to blush again. I can't believe I'm still fainthearted just to look at Ms. Popular even when she sleeps. I guess I'm still starstrucked and overwhelmed that a normal gal like me will end up being friends with her.

And Meteor syndrome. I like that. I'll keep that in mind.

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