Were We A Couple?

That’s it. The message was sent. I let out all my feelings in one huge paragraph, now i just had to sit and wait for the reply from her. 1 minute passed. Then 2. Now i was on the 3rd minute of waiting and i was starting to worry that she wouldn’t reply to me. My paranoia began to get the best of me and i started to contemplate writing another message to apologise for my outburst of compassion and feelings. Then, my phone went off. She had replied to my confession letter, i couldn’t bear to look at my phone. I waited, and waited, and waited. About 5 minutes passed and i picked up my phone, clicked on the notification and read the reply; confusing as it was, i tried to decipher the actual meaning behind the paragraph, before replying with the quickest thing i could think of. That happened on the Saturday. The Monday we went back to school. I walked into class and saw her sitting there, she gave me a side glance and i swear my stomach was hung out of my ass. I sat right next to her, and i could feel her stiffen up as i moved closer. I wasn’t sure if she liked me back, or even liked me at all at this point. I told a few of my close friends about the complicated friendship between us, which funny enough, were her good friends too. Awkward side comments and jokey banter became common from them, and lunchtimes slowly began to be more and more based around me and her.

I was in a personal development lesson with a group of my lunchtime friends and one of them was discussing her party ideas for the upcoming Friday; she invited me and then asked if i wanted her to come as well, i instinctively said yes and it wasn’t until i actually shouted the words “yes please!” that i realised just how eager i was for her to come and get drunk with me.

We met in Ma5 at the end of the Friday school day; me and the other 6 girls that were going to the party. We walked back totheirhouses to pick up their stuff for the party and then started to walk back to my house as everyone was getting ready at mine. She became flirtier but i brushed it off as just friendliness. We dropped off 2 of our friends back at school to get ready for their performance later on that night and the rest of us made it back to my house. We got changed and picked up the alcohol ready for the night. i watched her change, and then do her hair; i was breath-taken by her, i was already so in love with her. How? I mean i barely knew her, we’d only been friends for a few months; but she was stunning, and funny, and she never failed to make me laugh or smile.

We went to the house that was hosting the party and dropped off our stuff before walking back to the school to watch the performance. As we walked down the long road next to eachother, i couldn’t help but resist the urge to grab her hand and kiss her; i wanted her so badly, but i didn’t know it was mutual. We arrived at the the school, slightly late meaning we had to stand for the performance; i stood behind her, close enough to smell her hair but not close enought that she could feel my breath. Everytime she swayed backwards, my mind jolted to the idea of hugging her from behind,  i took a few steps forward, but thought better and moved back again. Wearing heels to go and stand up for 30 minutes really wasn’t a good idea; toppling forward and slightly brushing her back and legs began to become a quite common occurrence for the time we were there; and many a time i extended the brush into a grab but shook myself back into reality and decided not to touch her. The drama performance finished and we were escorted into the hallway, i found a chair and sat down, she came and sat next to me; and before i could register who it was, she had her head on my shoulder and she was stroking her leg, oblivious to the fact she was stroking mine at the same time.

On the walk home, we walked side by side; hyperactive and buzzing for the night ahead. We knocked hands a few times, almost holding at one point before i was dragged away by one of my friends from the performance. We arrived back at my friends house and almost instantly started drinking; 2 glasses of Lambrini and a glass of beer and i was gone. We spent the night drinking and dancing and making complete and utter idiots out of ourselves; but no-one cared because we were all just having fun.

I went out onto the balcony for air, and a few of my friends followed me out; we sat out in the cold bitter air and questioned whether anything would happen between me and her. Before i could even have a sip of beer, everyone evacuated the balcony and i didn’t know why; i sat on the ledge and drank my beer before being greeted by her; she looked down at me and smiled before taking a seat right beside me. My heart was in my mouth and i felt like i was going to throw up; she put her head on my shoulder once again, so i rested mine on top of hers. An audience discreetly gathered in the far corner of the living room and we could both see that they were waiting for something to happen. She put her hand between my crossed thighs and rubbed her thumb over the seam of my leggings, she looked up at me, but i stared straight ahead; her head extended upwards and she kissed the bottom of my neck. With butterflies in my stomach, i kissed her forehead before she replied with a kiss on my cheek. Her head returned to my shoulder, “you’re so drunk!” i I told her, “if i was drunk, I’d be kissing you right now” she whispered in an instant reply. This was it. I slowly turned to face her before realising she’d been staring at me the whole time; i reached forward and kissed the corner of her mouth, before looking straight at her; our eyes met, and before i could even blink, our mouths were interlinked. She was slow and gentle, almost like she was testing to see how it was; we kept eye contact before closing our eyes and swirling our tongues together. I felt the eyes of the other girls gather on us, and as we began to pull away from eachother, we gained eye-contact again; it wasn’t until then that i’d noticed the sparkle she had in her eye. Taking my hand, she led me back into the living room and we started dancing again; but this time, we were dancing with eachother.

11 o’clock came and she left; i was staying the night, so i walked her to the door. We said our good-byes, and we kissed like a couple. Were we a couple?