Just Friends (Editing)

Chapter 12- Yeah Bro, It's In My Purse...

Quote. The first person that you think of in the morning and the last person you think of at night is either the cause of your happiness or the cause of your pain. <3

Ryan’s POV

She walked slowly towards me; her soft chocolate brown curls swishing around her perfectly round heart shaped face in perfect sync with her silent footsteps. An audible gasp left my lips as I stared, captivated, unable to tear my gaze from the deep pools of emerald green staring back at me so intently. I couldn't help the involuntary shiver that wracked through my body at the intensity of her gaze, filled with so many emotions, all directed at me. It left me breathless and powerless to object as she grazed her smooth fingertips over my chest, tangling them into my hair, tugging softly. I stifled a groan at the soothing sensation and the tingles that were running through my body from her touch, it made my body burn with an unfamiliar need, as her sweet perfume attacked my senses. My heart was beating against my chest in powerful thumps, as she pushed herself closer to me, her soft, full lips mere inches from my own. Unable to help myself I wound my arms around her small waist, caging her in the protective circle of my arms. I couldn't help the delirious smile that tugged its way onto my lips as I gazed at the flawless beauty before me. Just as I was about to close the distance between us and plant my lips firmly onto hers I felt her begin to slip, fade away. My calls to her fell to deaf ears as she slipped away from the circle of my arms, waterfalls of colours distorting her perfect figure.

Awakening, I sat upright in my double bed, peering around at the familiar blue painted walls of my room as I drew all my attention to the past events. A sudden emptiness fell upon me as I realised it was all a fantasy, a dream but it felt so real. I began remembering every little detail. It was from last night when we were playing truth or dare. Me and Charlotte where picked to do seven minutes in heaven. Except in reality it wasn’t me that walked away with Charlotte, it was Reese. Why did I dream that it was me and Charlotte and not her and Reese? What kind of messed up dream did I just have about my best friend. Even though she did look absolutely flawless, I couldn’t control what happened in my dream. Some people say you dream about the last person you thought about before you fell asleep, and that the first person you think of in the morning and the last person you think of at night is either the cause of your happiness or the cause of your pain. But why on earth would I be thinking about Charlotte, she’s not like that to me, she’s my best friend, a sister, nothing more, nothing less. I don’t know why I can’t get these thoughts out of my head.

I pulled the heavy covers of my duvet off my body and slid out of bed. As I was walking towards the bathroom I stood on a huge object making me lose my balance and tumble right down on top of it avoiding my mahogany desk where my laptop and other important objects are.

“What the hell!” I groaned confused.

“Dude, seriously?” The talking object said. The voice sounded very familiar.

“James?”

“Yeah man, do you mind getting off me.” He said annoyance visible in his voice.

“Sorry bro, just heading to the bathroom but may I ask what are you doing lying on the ground in the middle of  my bedroom?”

“Oh, I forgot the keys to my house last night and there was no one at home so you said I could crash here, you were pretty loaded last night and your dad didn’t look too pleased whenever we showed up on the doorstep at two o’clock.”

“Oh right, yeah.” I said pretending I remembered any of them events that took place.

Just as I was about to enter the bathroom I heard the familiar distinctive sound of chimes that used to roam the streets of our park throughout my childhood.