Arabella was sugar.
That night, it started to rain. Dave feels like he's on a case of déjà vu. With him slumped against his bay window, watching his almost-done treehouse get soaked from the pouring rain and being lost in thought. Only Arabella wasn't laying down on his bed. She wasn't there anymore. Like she used to be.
Oh, was he sad.
It was only half-past the afternoon and he already wanted to sleep, his mind was tired from all the things that happened earlier. All the thinking made him want to sleep for five days without any disturbance.
"Dave?" His mother suddenly knocks on his door, opening it slightly.
"Hm?" He hums with closed eyes, his eyebrows slightly raised in question.
"You awake, honey?"
"Barely." He mutters, almost starting to fall asleep.
"Your friend is here, and she's soaking wet."
"S-she? Huh?" Dave stumbles in surprise, falling on his butt on the floor. He stands and rubs his aching body part and groans before turning back to her mother.
"It's Arabella, and she wants to talk to you. She said she'll be on the porch." She smiles gently, and he nods, still in a daze. "You should bring her a towel and maybe a cup of coffee, she looks like she needs it."
"Thanks, Mom."
Wait. She was here? He furrows his brows. But nevertheless prepares himself fow what was about to occur.
Dave goes out the porch with a towel hanging on his arm and two cups of creamed coffee on each hand. He finds Arabella sitting on the steps, watching the rain and playing with her fingers. He offers her a cup of coffee and then places the towel on her shoulders before sitting next to her.
"I'm really sorry for earlier," she says after a seemingly long silence. "I was overthinking again and my emotions controlled over me." She was still staring ahead, but he knew she could see him looking at her from the corner of her eye.
Dave kept quiet, allowing her to pour her heart out. He listens, he remembers that he always does.
"But after leaving you like that, I've suddenly come to terms with myself, and now I'm sure. I'm really sure." She says, a sad smile on her face.
She sips her coffee and as he watches he still feels his heart skipping beats, and she was only sipping coffee for God's sake, but she still looked attractive while doing it.
"You are by far, the best person I have ever met in this town." She chuckles, "although I was positively sure that you were a psycho stalker back in Health class because really you keep staring at me, I didn't know I'd be here in this situation right now with you."
"I don't know where this conversation is going." Dave admits, sighing lightly. And Arabella nods in agreement.
"Me too, but I'm pouring my heart out here. Just let me say what I want to get out my chest." She says with a raised eyebrow, turning her head to look at him. And as he gestures to continue she gives him a smile.
"You made my life slightly better, Dave. You believed in me and you saw the best in me and I haven't met someone like that for a long time. You didn't judge me from my past and from the troubles I caused. So, thank you." She bites her lip, looking down at her shoes.
"And I'm sorry. If I always get you too worked up from me and causing you stress and trouble. I guess that's what I naturally bring in this world." She then leans forward and kisses his cheek. Before standing up, leaving his towel and cup of coffee on the ground. Walking back to her motorcycle.
Dave also stands up, "Wait! So are we okay now?" he looks at her with hope gleaming through his eyes.
Arabella was now sugar, and Dave was now coffee. He needed her. He needed her otherwise everything wouldn't make sense.
Arabella flashes him her deadly smile, and like he said before; her smile was one of the best things he has seen in this world. She nods at him before saying;
"I really love you too, Dave."
