Just Like Seven Years Ago

Love

The rest of the week goes by, and I stay away from Jay. She doesn't make any effort to see me either. I find it very odd. No matter what she is going through, she will always still contact me. I try to bury myself at work so I won't focus on it anymore. This is exactly what I'm doing when my phone rings.

"Hello?" I answer without bothering to check the ID.

The only thing I take notice of is my clock on my work desk. Almost 7 pm.

"Kris, I need to see you."

Finally, Ms. MIA shows up.

"For?"

I'm packing my things, getting ready to go home.

"Just come over, please?"

I hang up as I pack the last of my things in my purse. I might as well stop at her place now rather than going home and swinging back. She doesn't sound like her usual self. What could possibly be wrong now?

Fourteen minutes later, I'm walking in Jay's door. The first thing I notice is that Elsa isn't here.

"Where's Elsa?"

"With my sister. I'll get her back. I just need to talk to you."

I now feel like this is something very serious. I reach out for her hand and take her to the couch. This darn couch. I don't need to go there right now. It brings back certain memories.

"What's wrong?"

She just looks down at our hands and slowly pulls hers away.

"Kris, I don't know how to say this, so I'll just come right out with it...I'm moving. It will be effective in the next two weeks. I can't breach my contract, so I don't really have a choice. The move will also be good for Elsa."

I don't know how to feel. This is not what I want to hear. This is not what I want to feel at the thought of her leaving. I don't want her to, but I won't sit here and beg her to stay. What right do I have? I stand and get ready to leave, but she snatches my arm.

"Kris, don't go."

I turn back to face her, and I can't stop the tears falling on my cheeks. I want to be strong and not show any emotions, but how can I? Who am I kidding? This woman holds the only key to my heart. This woman is the only one who sets me on fire. The only one who makes me completely happy.

She wipes at my tears, and I pull away.

"Come with me, Kris."

This comment seems to dry my tears. I look at her, feeling a mixture of emotions. Anger is one of the strongest.

"As what, Jay? Your fucking friend? Someone you can have sexy moments with without a label? Tell me! What?!"

Jay takes my hand, and I try to stay level headed long enough to hear what stupidity will come from her lips. Everything is a big joke to her. She is quiet, just looking at me. Whatever she is about to say is difficult for her to say.

"As my girl, Kris."

I fall silent, not knowing what to say. She goes silent for a few seconds, but then continues, "I love you, Kris. I can't do this without you. I don't want to. You're my best friend, and I want so much more with you. Come with me."

I don't know how to feel. All I know is that with her words my anger seems to just be melting away. How can she do this to me? One minute she makes me angry, the next she completely calms me. It's not fair. I have so many questions burning inside of me.

"Jay, it's not so easy."

"It can be, Kris. It's always been easy between us. Don't deny that."

I really can't. Even if a move is such a big step for me, I'm already considering it.

"How long, Jay?"

"What do you mean how long? Forever."

"Not that, Jay. How long have you know you love me?"

She chuckles, "it's been awhile now. The moment I saw you in that supermarket, after so long, I knew I couldn't let this chance slip away. Why do you think I hate Vanessa's guts? Why do you think I cried like an ass the night you called, and said she kissed you? Why do you-"

She sees the smile on my face, and that cuts off all other words.

She starts smiling, but then knits her brows, "I know what has you smiling. Stop it."

I know I must look stupid with my cheeks still wet from my tears, and a smile on my face, but I don't care. This is my best friend.

"I want to know why you cried."

"Most definitely not!"

We both stare at each other, smiling. I can't help but falling into her arms.

"You do know you still haven't answered me if you will come, right?"

I put enough space between us, and the smile I see in the face I love the most, confirms everything for me. There's nothing I won't do for her. There aren't any chances I won't take with her. She has my heart in the palm of her hand.
I lean in, brushing my lips against hers, before kissing gently.

"Does that answer you?"

Her hands go down to my ass and caress, "not quite."

I push her away, and she's laughing.
She sits, and pulls me down with her. I don't like being in this couch right now.

"Stay the night with me."

I look at her like she's lost her mind.
She looks back at me in the most daring way.

"Don't worry. I promise not to spank it tonight."

I feel my cheeks flaring up, and I know there is no way of hiding it. She is chuckling, loving this way too much. I have nowhere to run to. I bury my face in her neck, and growl.

"Careful. I might have to go back on my promise."

I jump up off the couch, not sure why I feel so shy in this moment.

She catches my hand, and pulls me back, "ok. I'll stop, love"

With that one word...love... I feel my butterflies flying from corner to corner inside me. I climb into her embrace. She is the girl that makes me so very conscious, but she calms everything too. I'm angry, but I still want to run to her. I go crazy with desire that I try to hide, but it's still her arms I long for. Yes, she is my one. My best friend.

"We have so much to discuss around the move, Kris. It will be good if we can get started on all that."

I frown at her.

"What now?" She says.

"I prefer the other word in place of my name."

She smiles that smile I love so much, "I love you."

Just before our lips meet, I whisper, "I love you, too."

When I pull away, I say, "I have one question before we begin discussion."

She looks at me, waiting for it.

"What about Jake?"

"Jake, who?" she flashes her smile, "the day you met him, was the day I decided not to see him again."

I smile, and crawl back into her embrace. She is my past, present and future. This is my home, just like it was seven years ago.