Sailing Ships

the first quote;

❝It's been a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. My mom says some days are like that. Even in Australia.❞ - Judith Viorst 

In a frenzy, she found herself storming out of her quaint house, her feet bare and naked as they slapped down against the frigid cement of the sidewalk. She crossed the street in swift, angry strides, her eyes glaring holes through the ground as a scowl hardened her soft features.

It was only when her feet squished beneath damp grass she looked up, her eyes softening as she took in the warm glow of the house her solace resided in, and she felt her heavy heart lift as the movement of royal blue curtains from the second window to the right caught her dull eyes.

She smiled to herself, lifting a hand as her best friend stood through the window, his lanky body resting against the wall as he held the curtain to the side in his hand, his eyebrows quirked upwards and a soothing smile fleeting across his lips.

He lifted a hand, beckoning her to come inside, almost mockingly. She rolled her eyes, huffing slightly before running a hand through her tangled mane of hair and marching up the footpath before slipping inside the place she could easily call home.

"And what," her best friend began in a horrid British accent as he held open his bedroom door. "do I have the pleasure of this evening, miss?"

"Oh, shut up, Chris," she scoffed a bit. "Let me in, I'm exhausted."

Chris rose his hands in surrender, stepping to the side and allowing her to storm inside his bedroom, soon to feel her wrath.

"You're so tense," Chris observed rather intelligently as she padded across his room, flopping face first into his array of pillows, causing him to bite back a chuckle.

"Thanks, genius," she replied, her words muffled through the fabric.

Chris frowned, closing his bedroom door shut behind him and following her footsteps before joining her on his bed, laying his body atop hers as she groaned beneath him.

"Jesus Christ," she wheezed. "Get off, you lump."

"I am not a lump," Chris gasped, his eyes wide as he stared down at his best friend. "I happen to be five feet and ten inches of pure brilliance and sexiness, thank you."

She snorted, somehow managing to push him off of her and onto the adjacent side of the bed. He pouted, earning a chuckle out of her before he pulled her into his side.

"Don't snort at me," Chris murmured into her hair, her face pressed up against his chest as she calmly breathed in his fresh laundry scent and listened to the steady lulling on his heartbeat. "You know it's true, otherwise you wouldn't have had a crush on me in the seventh grade."

She groaned, hiding her smile as he let out a fit of laughter.

"You're so annoying, I should've never told you that." she mumbled into his shirt.

"I would've found out either way eventually," Chris sang, placing a sweet peck against her head.

"Yeah, alright," she laughed, suddenly feeling beyond exhausted as she let out a dejected sigh.

Chris, sensing her distress, pulled her into his side closer.

"You need to relax," he stated, running a finger across the exposed skin of her arm as he faced the back of her head, her dark hair fanned across his white pillow sheets, the divergent colors contrasting brilliantly.

"I'm just -"

"Stressed, worried, anxious, scared?" Chris piped in, knowing her well enough to practically guess what she was feeling.