In Love With My Best Friend

Chapter 7: Moonlight Confessions

•April•

It's been an hour or so now. Kacey and I have been sitting in my favorite spot and enjoying ice cream while laughing and looking at the stars.

Kacey has definitely blew my mind tonight. She showed up on that stage and I swear I had a heart attack. The name she used was also genius. She used part of her new nick name, fighter. But what really shocked me is her voice. Sure I've heard Kacey hum when she didn't think I could hear her but tonight she sounded like an angel.

Her voice was so strong and never wavered once as she sang and really just wrapped everyone in the room in her voice. The feeling she projected through the song was amazing. She made me believe that the song was hers and she had experienced every word of the song.

To be honest I wasn't surprised that she won the competition. There were some amazing people there tonight but no one commanded the audience like my tiny fighter did.

When she told me why she did the competition and why she didn't tell us about her singing, she made me cry. Who knew something that deep and emotional could come out of a tiny girl like that.

Over everything else I'm so excited she decided to share this with me over all the others. It's truly heart warming. That's why I couldn't help but buy her ice cream and bring her here. I felt like I owed her in a weird way.

This was my father and I's favorite place when I was younger. He doesn't come here much anymore. No one does, except for me. I love to be here when I'm stressed or really need to think things out. I felt like I had to share this place with Kacey since she shared something so important with me.

"April, why are you always so happy?" Kacey asks out of the blue.

I'm taken aback by the question at first but I quickly respond.

"It's better to be happy and cheerful then to always get upset over everything. If I just sat around and griped and complained all day I would never get anything done. Plus the world would be a boring place if no one was happy." I explain.

I turn to see her thinking it over as she swings her feet that have been hanging off the dock for a while now. I watch as a slow smile spreads across her face.

"That's such an April thing to say. But I like it." Kacey says smiling at me, her hazel eyes sparkling in the moon light.

"Hush child, I get to ask you something now." I say pushing her lightly.

"Okay ask away."

"Why don't you like to be touched?" I ask. It's something I've always wondered about.

She hesitates and stares down into the water of the pond. She seems to ponder whether or not to tell me before turning to face me, vulnerability in her eyes.

"I'm not quite sure. I just don't like people to get too close to me. As I'm sure you can tell I shut people out. I feel like if I let people touch me I'm more vulnerable to attack or harm. It also spikes my anxiety to a whole new level." Kacey says as she stares into my eyes, as if pleading not to tell a soul of her confessions.

"Okay, I understand that part but why do you shut people out?" I ask her.

"It's just easier. If I can't handle the problems I have with others it's just so much easier to push them away and ignore them." Kacey says, her hazel eyes swirling with emotion, a rare change from her usual emotionless features.