what it was | √

second; moving closer by never the strangers

It was girl's night out.

Usually, as girl's night out, we'd get drunk and eat out and get drunk again and talk about everything. Because when you're with your girls, you never seem to run out of things to say. And when I say you talk about everything, I mean everything.

"How about some noodles for tonight?" Mary, one out of eight, chirped as we were all complete.

"Are you fucking kidding? We're going to drink, remember? Soup and noodles won't do." Kate shouted inside the car we were in. Rose was driving.

"I'm good with noodles. At least getting drunk fast will surely make girl's night alive." I replied, grinning.

The others nodded too, and we then made our way to the ramen house.
I stared at myself in the mirror before we all went inside, my eyes lined with a thick eyeliner that completely changed my look. Sighing heavily as I went out, I freed my hair from the bun I had on all day, and soft, fruity curls cascaded down my back.
I noticed a car beside ours, all too familiar to my sight of course, because it was Luigi's. And the sight of it made my heart flutter just a little.

"And why the heck are you smiling?" Mary number 2 asked me as I looked at the menu. I looked at her in the eyes.

"I'll tell you later." I said as a wider smile flitted on my face, the door to the ramen house ringing as I did.
In came, of course, Luigi with a few of his soccer friends. They were three in all, but I didn't get to recognize who the other two were because I was too busy looking at him.

"Hey, guys!" He waved, grinning. He raised his eyebrows when he looked at me in the eyes and sprinted to our table, stretching his hand out to me for a high five.

And as our hands touched, I swear that my temperature was ten times hotter than my steaming hot ramen.

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I didn't know what love was. But slowly, I learned. And I learned that love is like a flower. Because a flower does not appear all of a sudden and then look beautiful; it blooms- slowly, and with time.