That's my Best friend

5

Shawn

When I arrive, the party is at its bets part.

Hailey sees me from the start and runs towards me. I open my arms and she jump onto me gripping my neck. I hug her tighly.

"My Shawn..." she says and kisses me.

Her friends and guests are whistling as they watch the scene play out.

"Happy birthday..." I wisper in her ear and give her a little black box.

"Shawn they're beautiful!" she yells as she notices the earrings that rest on the velvet little cusion.

"I'm glad you like 'em"

She smiles and hugs me again.

"I love you Shawn"

"I love you too Hailey."

...

Camila

I slightly open my eyes, to specify where the sound comes from.

I relax immidiately when I see Shawn wearing his pj's, walking on his toes, trying not of wake me up.

I look at the clock - 4:30 in the morning.

"You must have had fun." I say sleepily smiling at Shawn as he comes to bed.

Suddenly I remember - the paper! The paper, where I wrote my feelings in the form of a song, is under my pillow.

While Shawn lies next to me and gets comfortable on his side, I take the paper out softly, lift a bit the edge of the bed sheet and put it underneath.

Tomorrow while leaving I will take it with me. The hiding place is good and he wouldn't have found it.

I let out a relieved breath and get comfrortable again on the bed. I take the pillow again in my arms - I never sleep with my head on the pillow, I always hug it - and turn to Shawn.

"Did you have fun?" I whisper to keep this peaceful quietness

"A lot." he says smiling to me.

He reaches his hand out to pet the strands of my hair resting on the sheet.

I don't know why he does it, but I feel great.

From when we were little doing sleepovers and slept together, but it still is special.

"Good night Chewy" I whisper as quiet as I can, with a small smile.

"Good night Mila"

I get closer to him and lie down on his chest, continuing to hug the pillow. He wraps his arms aroumg my small waist and imediately closes his eyes - he seems exhausted.

I close my eyes completely satisfied and surprised from my unexplained and silly happiness

Maybe I can be Happy like this - simply holding in my hug something that I know doesn't belong to me. As long as I'm near him.

Shawn

The sun enters through the Windows of my room.

The clock shows 11 am. It's Saturday so I can sleep some more.

I rest my head on the pillow and turn to look at Camila. She sleeps, with her lips slightly open, breathing softly, her hands on my chest, gripping my shirt. She usually does this When she's having a nightmare - Maybe I should wake her. But she seems so peaceful and beautiful sleeping like a baby. The pillow is between her hands, my chest replacing its true job.

I push her hair away from her face very softly, not wanting to wake her up. Her long lashes touch her cheeks. Her skin doesn't shine from the rays that enter from the Windows, but her complexion, a bit darker (cause she's Cuban), seems to make the perfect combination with the sun.

She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Should I take a pictures now, it wouldn't capture in the slightest, not even the 1/4 of her beauty right now.

I want to freeze this moment, to relive it the next morning, maybe every morning after that.

I should never let anyoune Hurt Camila ever again. She's much too important to see her even a little bit upset. After all, she is the person with whom I've been the closest to all my life. My best friend.