The Rainy Afternoon

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The library lights began to dull.
My head pounding. I turned my head to the left to see Anthony looking just as tired as me. Our books open.
My iPhone 8plus lit up.
Bestie ❤️: are you at the library?
I picked up my phone.
Me: Yes.
Bestie ❤️: Get home it is about to rain.
I put my phone down and turned to Anthony. He looked up at me.
I looked into his Deep brown eyes.
Anthony and I have been Friends for a long time. Since 5th grade. Now that we are in 11th grade and both single it is weird.
Him and I have been flirting on and off for forever.
I don't exactly know how to classify whatever feelings I have for him.
We both had a test in a few days.
My mom was out of town for business. We lived in a huge house. For some insane reason my mother decided to live in our guess house.
I decided to sleep in our apartment for the night I was tired plus it was closer to the library. I felt lonely and did not want to study alone. So that brought us to now. I pulled on my jacket. I closed my books and notebooks and began to but them in my clear book bag.
"What?" Anthony asked.
" Claire said it's about to rain so I thought we could get a head start home." I said quietly. He packed up his stuff. We put our backpacks on our backs and began to walk. We got 5 minutes away from the library. I looked to see Anthony adjusting his White shirt. He wore a white shirt with Black jeans and white Nike air Force. Anthony black curly hair and deep brown eyes only added to his perfection.
I felt a few drops of water on my skin.
I was so caught up in thinking I forgot why we left the library. Before I could react rain began to pour like Niagara falls. I pulled the hood of my jacket and grabbed Anthony's hand and began to run.
"Where are we going?" Anthony asked through the loud sound of huge raindrops attacking the sidewalks.
"Just follow me." I said feeling my clothes become drenched in rain water.
After 5 minutes if running in the warm, heavy rain I could see the fancy apartment complex.
We ran up to it.
I gripped his hand hard and ran through my shortcut and to the very back corner of the apartment complex. The apartment my dad bought for us was the only apartment in the next 2 buildings that was actually being used. The whole complex consisted of 6 huge buildings.
Each building had 3 apartments.
The apartments are bigger than average apartments.
Finally, We reached my apartment. I scrambled for my keys in my crowded pockets. Finally, I pushed open the door letting Anthony in before pulling out the keys and entering myself. Anthony's white shirt now socked and clinging to his body his abs were visable. I looked away and kicked off my showed before I could drop my book bag to the floor I heard the rain get harder.
"Umm.. You should stay here until the rain goes away."I studdered.
He smiled briefly.
"You can shower if you want." I said pointing towards the bathroom.
I switched on the light. Bright white light filled the apartment.
Anthony kicked off his shoes.
I took off my hoodie throwing it in the floor next to my shoes.
I walked into my room.
I picked out a Marron bra with matching panties and some black Nike shorts.
I took a towel. I walked into my bathroom in my room. I showered and got dressed I put on lotion.
I put my towel on my neck. So my hair did not drip that much.
I walked over to the kitchen to make coffee. The temperature began to drop which means I needed coffee.
I heard the shower running.
I put the coffee in the machine.
I pressed start. I let my tiny hands glide over the marble counter.
I looked around the mostly white apartment. The doorway had a closet for coats, shoes, and bags.
I looked down at the coffee quickly filling up the pot.Anthony was what to me? He was there through my breakups. He was my only best friend that I have never fought with.
Everyone at our school wanted us to get together. He was always sweet, gently and careful with me.
Was that a sign?

I sighed. Why am I thinking about this while his is less that 50 yards away from me taking a shower?
I ran my fingers through my wet, tangled hair. I should tell him I like him. I thought to my self.
I instantly shook my head.

Am I crazy or something? Why would I tell him I like him? One, I don't even know if I like him it could be purely physical or crazy hormones. Two, what if he does not like me back? What if I tell him and he does not feel the same way then everything will be akward. I don't want to lose my longest friend over unsorted feelings.

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