How I like my tea

A Friend

We were at the studio in five minutes because of how fast Violetta was running. She had plans with Cami and Fran so wanted to be there on time.

Class didn't begin for twenty minutes so I went to the teachers lounge instead. Since I couldn't see anyone around I suspected all the teachers were probably in there. I was wrong.

Pablo sat alone in the room.

When he heard me shut the door he lifted his head.

"Morning," he says "Sleep well?"

I looked at him and considered this for a second. Was he joking? After the argument we had the other week he better pray to God he was not just asking that question.

He must have seen the way I looked because he added, "I'm not being spiteful Angie, just being polite."

I dropped my bag and sat down with a cup of tea from the machine. "Fine." I said.

Partly I was answering his question, partly I was accepting what he said, that he didn't mean it spitefully.

Pablo walked over to me. "Can we stop this?" he asks.

"This?" I say still sipping my tea.

"Yes, this Angie. You ignoring me, taking everything the wrong way because of one argument. Can we just go back to normal."

I sighed. "I'm glad you say that." I said genuinely happy, "this is ridiculous!"

He smiled, "Back to normal?" he says.

"Back to friends?" I reply.

Pablo stayed quiet for a moment, then came very close to me.

"One more thing," he says whispering.

I'm about to ask what when he kisses me. He holds it for a moment, not wanting to force it for to long, before pulling away. I just stand there shocked.

"I know you love him," he says backing away, "I know he's almost proved it too, everyday you're a little happier." He smiles a sad smile.

"I just had to. Just once. Before he does everyday for the rest of his life."

I dip my head slightly ashamed. Pablo has always loved me. I have never loved him. This moment rips my heart out. My mum was right. I can't choose between them. I'm not even choosing! Pablo is! Pablo is choosing to let me go, because he wants me to be happy. I want him to be happy.

I look up and he's still smiling sadly. I run up to him and hug him tightly.

"I love you so much you know that?" I say tears welling up.

"I know." he says tears appearing in his own eyes, "Friends?"

I never thought he would say that and I hug him tighter.

"Friends."