Her hand was a few centimetres away from my reach, swaying as though it wanted to be held by me.
So that I could hold it still.
So that I could fix the mess I so stupidly made.
My hand reached out, slowly, carefully, afraid of her reaction.
I knew...
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^^ Holly and Jackson
Maya's P.O.V.
My hands were trembling as I reached for the doorbell. It was pouring outside, it looked like it was going to thunder any time soon.
The door finally opened and my eyes landed on Holly, she was standing in a pink dressing gown. She didn't look disappointed to see me so I mean that was great.
"Maya!" she chirped, her smile bright. She took my hand and lead me inside her home. My hair and clothes were drenched, causing a little puddle in her doorway.
"It's so great to see you!" she beamed, pulling me in for a hug.
"It's so good to see you too. Sorry, I'm kinda wet," I nervously laughed, feeling guilty for ruining her gown when she let out a quiet shriek.
"Oh, I'm so silly," she laughed. "I'll go get Jackson," she said, letting go of my shoulders and walking towards the living room.
I hugged myself for warmth, my teeth shattering. Holly's house was small and cosy. It smelt of chocolate and lavenders, just like she did.
The nervous feeling at the pit of my stomach was disappearing as Jackson came into view, a huge smile on his face. I honestly thought he wouldn't be happy to see me. I was glad he was.
"Oh my god! Maya!" he boomed, hands on his face for effect. He always was dramatic, much like me.
"I haven't seen you for ages" he said. He looked at my clothes. "I'd hug you but I don't want to ruin my clothes," he laughed, his green eyes bright and happy.
"I missed you," I said. I didn't know what to else to say. I didn't want to ask him to let me stay in his home straight away, that would be rude and I didn't want him to think I was using him. You're probably thinking but you are Maya.
But I can assure you, I wasn't. Me and Jackson had been friends for years, right now we just weren't as close as we used to be.
When I had met Jackson I was in a bad time of my life. The relationship I had with Lizzie and David was worsening as was my relationship with my sister. I met Jackson at a coffee shop and clicked with him instantly. As time went by our friendship became stronger and so did my love for him. He was always there for me on my drunk nights and when I needed him to pick me up from Lizzie's because she was uncontrollably beating me. He was there through it all. He helped me pick my car once I finally got my licence and listened to me rant on the phone all night long. Our friendship was the best thing that had ever happened to me until one day on my twentieth birthday he told me he had developed feelings for me. My heart broke as I stared at the green eyed boy who I considered a brother spilling his feelings out to me. And I saw the hurt in his eyes when I shook my head and told him no when he tried to kiss me. But what was I supposed to do? Lie and tell him I felt it all for him too?
