Being best friends with someone you are completely and utterly in love with hurts. It feels like a sharp pain in my chest that I can't shift. Will it ever leave me?
It felt like a lifetime waiting for Sam at the bar. Putting my hand up, I signalled to the bartender for another drink. Tom nudged my shoulder with his.
"How are things at work going?" He asked. I nodded, appreciating that he was trying to fill the silence. Where was this bloody boy?
"Good. Yeah, it's all fine." I smiled. Before I could ask Tom how he had been since the last time we had spoken, the rowdy blonde Geordie came bouncing through the door.
Throwing his arm around my shoulders he kissed my cheek, turning them a shade of red.
"How's it all going?" He asked. I nodded my head smiling up at him as the boys started to make small talk between them all.
Two and a half hours later and our small table was stacked high with empty beer bottle and shot glasses.
I yawned, covering my mouth with my hand. Looking over at Sam, hoping he hadn't seen my eyes gloss over with tiredness.
"Right!" Sam said, slapping his knees. "I better take this one home." He looked over at me, smiling. God that smile. It will honestly kill me one day.
I grabbed my jacket from the back of my chair throwing it over my shoulders. Moving forward to hug all of the boys goodbye, Sam took his keys from his pocket.
"We'll see you all later, have a few more shots for me lads!" Sam laughed as we walked out of the bar.
Once inside Sam's car, the journey back to my house was silent. I had never been around Sam in such an awkward environment before. He pulled up outside of the door, staying in silence.
"Well, thanks for the lift." I say smiling over at him as I went to open the door. Before I could go any further he grabbed my arm. Pulling me back, he placed two hands either side of my face.
"Kiss me like you love me," Sam said, my face in between his large hands, his thumb doing this circling motion on my cheeks making it hard for me to concentrate, his eyes pleading and begging for something I couldn't pinpoint. It suddenly felt like I was holding his life in my palm and I'm both his saviour and destruction and I could crush him with just a word, kill him, stab him, and he would still love me.
"I can't," I say. The pain that crosses in his eyes shoots directly in my heart.
I press my lips lightly on his.
"I can't, for I already do."
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