I couldn't believe it, the girl of my dreams, my soulmate, my best friend
I had been extremely shocked when she knocked on my door yesterday, late at night.
We had sex and I couldn't believe it
Ondreaz? I had asked her, she gave no answer and honestly, I didn't care
Freshmen, I could have never believed it but here she was dead asleep next to me.
she shuffled, a bit, I could feel her waking up
"Hey there"
she was still half asleep
"do you want to get breakfast, I know a really good brunch place"-I started
she looked at me weird
"uhhhh"
"or we could stay in bed all day or do anything really" I backtracked
"um.."
it's not my first time waking up in Carson's apartment but this felt wrong
had last night really happened
I hadn't been overwhelmed with lust so why had I forced myself to sleep with him?
I had a pit in my stomach, this was plain wrong, it felt wrong, he was my best friend
I stood up from his bed, wearing his t-shirt and a messy bun
Carson stared at me, a puppy dog look in his eyes, oh no
"What?!"-I said, I winced it came out too harsh
"Nothing...I just can't believe you're actually wearing my clothes"
was he serious?!
I walked towards his bathroom, staring at my own eyes through the mirror.I was freaking mess
not what I expected
unnerving
my heart is just not in it
I practiced my goodbye speech.
"Carson?" I exclaimed as I stepped out of his bathroom
"yes, baby?"
"Don't call me that"
"huh?"
"Listen, I made a mistake, what we did was wrong.I'm sorry if I played with you,I was really confused but I know what I want"
"I want Ondreaz, I'm sorry I don't think we can be friends"
"it didn't feel wrong last night"
I suddenly felt embarrassed that my childhood best friend, the kid that ate my mom's homemade cookies with me, the kid my grandma knew, had seen me in that way, touched me in that way.
"I'm serious, goodbye"-I added trying to gain some composure
not caring for his reaction, I grabbed my shoes and walked out the door
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Honeymoon Avenue
Romancestuck on honeymoon avenue only one word to describe it: complicated what are we? that is the question