[Y/N] = YOUR NAME, [Y/F/N] = YOUR FRIEND'S NAME, [Y/O/F/N] = YOUR OTHER FRIEND'S NAME
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“If a guy ever told me he liked me at a party I would slap him,” I said, making a slapping gesture in the air to prove my case. I felt the way that I did about the matter because I have been lied to, played and hurt by so many before that I grew tired and frustrated at the male specimen who believed that it was okay to play with the females’ emotions at parties while everyone was intoxicated with alcohol. Also, unless it was a quiet space where one wouldn’t have to shout over the loud music and laughter and chatter, the moment would only be ruined, a moment which should be special just like the moment of experiencing the first kiss wouldn’t be as unique as it should be. If a boy wanted to tell me, inform me of his feelings towards me I would want the two of us to find ourselves at a quiet space where we wouldn’t be interrupted. This may be a lot to ask from the guy but it would only make that moment that much special even if I couldn’t return the same feelings, I would appreciate the gesture much, much more.
“That is a fair point,” Ashton, who was sitting to my right said. “I think I wouldn’t want to be deceived by a drunk girl so why should girls go through the lies?”
“Thanks Ashton,” I appreciated his words and smiled at, the favour returned by my best friend.
Ashton and I had been friends for a long time and I loved him, I loved him more than a friend. I loved everything about him, from the mop of his unruly hair to his feet, from his long, lean fingers to his well sculpted entire body. I loved his laugh, his voice and his sense of humour. Every tattoo which was inked into his skin, decorating his already handsome body, I desired to touch, to trace my finger along each line of the shapes and images on the arms, chest and neck.
Ashton was passionate about music and it was as strong as my love for him but the difference was that Ashton could express this passion of his while I had to keep my affection for Ashton hidden even from myself because I wouldn’t want my feelings to come in the way of our friendship, of what we already had.
In addition, despite the many tattoos on Ashton’s body and the stereotypical image which they emitted of a boy who was too hard-core to feel anything, to have emotions, Ashton was a person with a golden heart and I wanted that heart to myself, or at least most of it. I wanted to own his heart in the same way that he owned mine.
When Ashton spoke again I couldn’t look at him simply because I loved the way his lips moved and curved with every words he spoke and it was these lips that I wanted to kiss so badly but I had to slap myself mentally, slap some sense of reality into my loved up mind so that I wouldn’t make any stupid moves that I would regret.
“You okay [Y/N]?” my other friend, [Y/F/N], asked me with worried expression on her features.
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, shaking any thoughts about Ashton out of my head. “I was just thinking what I would wear to [Y/O/F/N]’s party.”
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Everywhere I looked I saw dancing bodies and there were so many of them that they all became of single mass, a large moving matter or waving hands and bobbing up and down heads. Ashton left me and [Y/F/N] to go and greet some of his other friends he knew from outside our group. I saw Michael who wasn’t hard to spot at all because of his unnaturally dyed hair, the green standing out from the small group of boys like a lightbulb in darkness. My eyes caught Luke among them as well because he seemed to tower of the other boys despite everyone’s claims that he was the same height as his friend. I couldn’t see Calum, possibly because he may have had his back turned towards me but I assumed that he was also standing, present in the group’s gathering.
