what havin' a crush is like

in this moment, i knew

I sometimes ask myself if she's even real.

We have been friends for years, I don't know why suddenly, her, drunkenly talking to me on my bedroom floor makes me want to flip this house upside down. 

"You know? We could have been like Aphrodite and Hephaestus." she looked at me with her watery brown eyes. Her face was coated with few acne scars, and her body was decorated with baggy boyfriend jeans and a long sleeve shirt that was way too big for her. 

"Marcus is pretty ugly." I said jokingly leaning against the side of my bed

"Yeah, I guess he is." 

She hugged her knees to her chest and looked down, allowing her curly locks to fall beside her cheeks.

"You wanna go home, Jay?" I don't even how we got here

"Mateo, can you promise me something?"

"What?" she brought her gaze to me and darted her eyes back and forth between mine

"Don't let me die alone." 

"I won't" 

I've never seen her this way, this was such a cliche scene, we just stared at each other. I guess I didn't find out here, but I think it's where it started.