𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

elle est un ange

"she is an angel"

925 words

[0:00 - 4:17] of the song 'human sadness' by the voidz

first person

the overcast on the sunset made the sky grey with some pink in it, just a little.

she held the speaker in her hand, spinning around the room in her baby blue lace lingerie with a light tan button up cardigan that hung loosely on her shoulders.

the elegant violins in the song human sadness echoed through my living room, putting my mind in a daze as i watched her body move and sway to the beat. her hair twirled all around her neck, and some strands got caught in the cherry flavored lipgloss she loved oh so dearly.

the room was spinning, everything around me, except for her. everything was blurry except for her gorgeous curves and angelesque features. her lips curled up into a smile and her eyes fluttered shut as she began to softly sing the lyrics. her feet never stopped moving, as if she was stepping on hot coals. it didn't matter if her voice was off key, or her dancing was off tempo, she still had the gloomy sun rays drowning her figure. she still had that smile on her face that makes my stomach twist and turn. she still made my mind form thoughts that only revolved around her. she still made my heart do flips.

the bass radiated from the speaker and made my chest vibrate slightly, throwing me out of my clouded thoughts.

a peach colored blush crept onto her cheeks as she looked over at me, seeing that i've been watching and admiring every single little thing she does. she doesn't even have a clue as to what she does to me.

the song ended and then the bright hum of an electric guitar rang throughout the room. her eyes lit up, ivy is her favorite song. she says it reminds her of me, how we fell for each other back in april.

[ play ivy by frank ocean! ]

her hips swayed side to side, and her head moved along with them. it was like she was dancing with someone, but no one was there to dance with. the cardigan fell off one of her shoulders, exposing the fine detail on her bralette, my favorite bralette.

she makes me want to take her to paris and kiss her under the eiffel tower at night. she's always loved france, she learned how to speak french in her junior year.

"j'aime ce que tu me fais sentir"

she always says this to me. it means "i love the way you make me feel." i love it when she speaks in french. it makes me fall for her even more.

i don't know how i fell so hard. it all happened so fast. one night we went roller skating. she kept tripping and i had to catch her every time, but when she finally started moving faster, she looked at me with these bright eyes that buzzed to life, full of joy and excitement, and that was when it hit me,

that i was falling for my best friend.

we haven't been friends for a super long time... we only met each other about four years ago. we were in each other's geometry class, our sophomore year. our teacher made the greatest mistake of pairing us up for a project, because from that day on we were the ones that always got in trouble for talking or passing notes in class. everyone thought we were dating, and we both protested, saying things like "i don't like him/her like that," and "i could never date my best friend." soon enough that changed, once we hit junior year i started seeing this side of her i somehow missed the year before. this beautiful, mesmerizing side of her that had me developing feelings for her.

she convinced me to take french with her, since i needed to take a language class. we were each other's study buddies, i always got excited for our study sessions, i anticipated hearing her soft voice speak in such a beautiful language, so fluently, too.

she sat on the shag carpet that lied in the middle of the room, taking a deep breath in and out and basking in the golden sun rays.

"that song gets me every time." she smiled, showing off the slight gap between her two front teeth.

she then got up and sat in my lap, making my cheeks heat up.

i was leaned back into the throw pillows that sit on the couch. she lied against my chest, her cardigan raised up in the process, exposing her thin stomach and perfect thighs. my hands slid down her warm torso and played with the hem of her baby blue panties, sending chills down her spine as i left open-mouthed kisses along her neck.

she hummed almost inaudibly and twisted her neck to kiss my jaw harshly. under the sensuality of all this lied something completely innocent, we both knew this wasn't going to end up with us in my bedroom, but we knew what effects we had on each other.

i watch her smile at me and shift so that her legs are on both sides of my hips, making it easier to leave a chaste kiss on my once forlorn lips. one of my hands went to her warm waist, and the other held her blushing cheek.

and, just as she always does, her lips moved up to my ear and whispered,

"j'aime ce que tu me fais sentir"

𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐬

written 9 / 15 / 19

published 3 / 17 / 20

i know it's a huge time gap:/