The Touch Of Life

The Best Night Of My Life

I'd just gotten back from some ridiculous "religious festival" that took up pretty much all night. As I walked back to our room, I remembered when she looked at me as I was making her hot chocolate; that, expression, and those bright eyes. I couldn't tell if she was hungry for hot chocolate or hungry for...

The laser detected my card and clicked into a green light. A welcoming colour, like her eyes. I turned the handle and entered the room. Silence. I think she is in my friends room with the girls. I feel, jealousy? I feel like she should be with me and not them? But, we're not even together, I don't even like girls! She should be nothing!

Then, why do I feel like she is my everything?

I sat down on my bed and started getting undressed to go in the shower. I felt like even if she walked in right now while I am unclothed, that it would be natural. That's something that only a couple would think, right? What am I feeling?

I eventually find my towel and enter the bathroom. I didn't lock the door. I, don't know why.

I turned the shower on after throwing my towel somewhere else and was washing my hair just right for her. I wanted to be perfect for her. I stayed there for at least 10 minutes trying to wash every strand of hair, for her.

I thought for a while that I only stayed that long because I was waiting for her to come back, but she still took a while.

At least, that's what I thought.

I was so caught up in my fantasies of looking perfect for her and what we would do on the night that I didn't hear the door creak open.

"It's Larry!". I shrieked and spun around, to see her also in her towel and with her hot chocolate. I was about to yell "GET OUT!", but I didn't. We just sort of stood there and stared at each other while I tried my best to cover myself up.

After a minute or so, I slowly inched around the corner and continued showering, hoping a little that she might take a hint and walk away. That didn't happen either.

I heard someone throw some clothes or some fabric into the corner and put a mug down. I sighed in relief, thinking that was her in the other room getting changed. That was until I heard footsteps into the other side of the shower.

We showered in absolute silence, but, for some reason together. I felt no awkwardness, and neither did she. I had a strong urge to turn and look at her. I continued facing the corner until her feet were in my view as she reached for the shower gel. Her feet were so small and delicate, like a flower, almost. I wanted to do unholy things. I wanted to touch her feet. What was wrong with me!

Eventually, I walked out and got dried. I got changed before she got out. I was hoping that she may come out of the shower again, at the worst time; she didn't. In fact, after I had dried my hair and got changed into my pyjamas, she took at least twenty minutes to finally come out of the closet. I mean bathroom. Hehe.

But when she did, I was lying on the bed texting on the Cucumbers group chat, and when I turned my head her way I looked her up and down in disbelief. She looked stunning in that towel, but it's natural for me to think that because we are best friends. We spoke no word to each other: she got changed in the bathroom as if to taunt me while I lay down on my bed.

As I was waiting for her to come back, I glanced over at her phone and noticed it was unlocked. I peered over. She wouldn't mind because we were best friends.

Her phone was left on a poem (which I don't know if she had written it or not), it read "get out of my head, get out of my head. This is wrong. You are right. Why we bark, why do we always fight. I love you but you'll never know, you're burning me deep inside me soul".

The poem contained many spelling mistakes, but I've corrected them since. Did she write this? What is she looking at this for?

I hear the door swing open and I throw her phone down and run to my bed. I look over. It's not her, it's this teacher who's sleeping in our dorms. He has brown hair, brown deep eyes, and he does look snazzy in his pj's, so why don't I care, why do I only have her in my head?

"Lights out soon, ladies".

I nod my head as he leaves. I get an idea. I begin to pull my bed towards the door and to stop anyone from coming in. I thought it would be fun. Just as I began pulling my bed towards the door, she walked out and began pulling her bed towards mine and laughing. I laughed too. We spoke no words, yet our laughter was enough for me to realise that I felt more than
friendship.

When our beds were finally together, we watched horror movies, and then we watched sex scenes and laughed. We drew on each others faces, we rolled around, we told each other stupid things but it was okay because I loved her and she loved me too. Talking out of our asses was fine because in the end we weren't listening, we were lost in each other's eyes.

Eventually, Sir came back and told us off for pushing our beds together and making a racket. He also told us we had to have our lights out. She told him that we can have our beds together if we want because we're both girls and that it's none of his business. He resigned as she slammed the door on him.

We talked for a while as we lay next to each other and laughed at the drawings on our faces. Eventually we said goodnight to each other and there was silence. I watched her breathe. I watched her every move. It was breath taking.

When I closed my eyes, I felt her put her muscular legs on me. I felt her twinkly toes on my thigh. I opened my eyes. She smiled and laughed sweetly, her braces gleamed in the moonlight. She was beautiful, and that touch was all I needed to know that she loved me, and that I loved her.