For @VanessaStegall thank you for requesting.
"Please!" Your best friend Rob begged over the phone.
He was currently trying to convince you to go to a party with him. Usually you wouldn't hesitate so spend time with him, but you recently discovered you had feeling for him, furthermore you had been avoiding him.
"Ugh, fine! What do I wear to this party?" You rolled your eyes.
"It's casual, I'll be there to pick you up in 5." He stated.
"5! Rob, you and I both know I can't get ready in 5 minutes." You cried, making your way up to your bedroom.
"Well, that's your motivation, bye!" He hung up and you let out a deep breath.
You amazed yourself at how fast you got ready, you beat Rob to the door.
"Vanessa, you look....wow." He gawked, looking you over.
"Thanks." You replied awkwardly.
"Let's get going, the party starts at 6."
You stopped dead in your tracks, "Rob?"
"Hmm?"
"It's 9:30, the party will be practically over."
He grabbed your arm and pulled you into the car.
"It's called being fashionably late, Vanessa."
You laughed, as he pulled out of the drive way.
"Fashionably late would be 7 pm, not 10."
"Parties only grow over time." He replied, his eyes fixed on the road.
"Rob, most of your teammates have kids, they're probably on their way home right now."
He sighed in defeat as he pulled up to the destination, because you were right. The were a few stray cars.
"What happened here?" He asked kicking a red solo cup.
"Just in time to clean up!" Danny Amendola called, handing you each a black trash bag.
You two started to fill the bags with cups and plates, it's an understatement to say the house was trashed.
You and Rob grabbed for a cup at the same time, you jerked your hand back, like his touch was venomous.
"Sorry," you stuttered looking down.
"It's fine. Vanessa, are you okay?"
You were still flustered from his touch, "Are we playing 20 questions? I'm fine." You told him nervously.
"No it's lately, you've been weird." He stated setting his bag down.
"Please stop." You begged.
"You can tell me Vanessa, we are bestfriends, remember?"
You swept a pile of plates into your bag, "Rob, let it go."
He folded his arms, "Do I need to beat someone up?"
You sighed, "No, nothing like that," you handed him his trash bag, "Now help me clean."
"Okay..." He said skeptically, taking the bag from your hands.
You mentally cursed yourself form not coming clean with your feelings. You knew deep down your wee too afraid to tell him how you felt. That's when you grabbed a cup and begin to write; I know that I've been a coward, but I love you.
It was cheesy and it reminded you of the beginning of a bad joke, but you tossed the cup at Rob.
He didn't respond, he locked his eyes with yours, and smiled.
