My Favorite Season

When The Partys Over

I hated the fact that I loved staring at him. His skin was dark, soft and super smooth. I loved how perfect his mustache and beard fit his face as if he was destined to look the way he does. I love how big his eyes were and how big his lips were to match. His smile was beautiful and so was his body. Dark chocolate and toned with singles of beautiful black braided hair. I sat in awe as he sat across from me devouring pancakes we ordered at the iHop we decided to stop at after the movie. Only us right? Who else would go to an 11:30 showing to see a movie that came out weeks ago? Especially knowing you have to get up early the next day. Very few. No matter how wild or weird my plans were he would always be down for them. He didn't get out much because he was an introvert and I was a traveler. I loved my city and loved constantly travelling the streets finding new activities to get into. I continued staring at him, who was now gulping down orange juice, and felt my heart do gymnastics. We were stoned out of our mind so he didn't even notice me staring at him. Crazy how I was staring at him in awe of everything about him and he didn't notice, nor did he notice me. He never noticed me the way I noticed him. "Hey are you ready to go?" He says snapping me out of my trance. I quickly assure him that I'm ready when he is. But what he doesn't know is that I never want my nights with him to end and that the ending I do want our night to have will more than likely never happen no matter how intoxicated we are. You know if you catch my drift. He says he thinks we should call our Ubers. "Let's just get one and add a stop and I'll cash app you the difference. You're kinda high out of your mind and I wanna make sure you get home safe." I say somewhat lying. I did want to make sure he got home safely but I also wanted to spend more time with him.
    I ordered our Uber. A black 2018 Toyota Camry with 2 minutes to arrive. We walk outside as our driver pulls up in front of us slowly. A middle eastern man in his late twenties with black hair greets us as we get in the backseats of his car. As he drives us to our destinations Warren dozes off to sleep. Great, he even looks good in his sleep. Can he be anymore perfect?  I think to myself. I put my airpods in and shuffle and rest my head on the window until my destination is reached. I don't know where these feelings towards him even came from, we're just really good friends and that's all we were ever supposed to be. Heartbreaks are one of the most painful things a human heart can experience and having feelings for one of  my friends is a gateway to that pain. That's one of my number one rules, never date one of your friends. All it does is lead to drama and pain. I knew that too well. Yet here I was on the verge of failure. One of the side effects of being intoxicated was being horny. Under the influence, your horny meter is off the charts. I figured that's all it was. I had to realize I didn't have a crush on Warren and I was just horny. He was the closest person to me at the moment that's all. I let out a smile and a quick laugh. Why would I have feelings for one of my friends? I was nowhere near that stupid. I figured the best way to get this out of my system was to take a shower, and not just so I can get clean.
    The Uber pulls up to my front door first. "See you later Warren text me when you get home." I say  as I close the door and walk across the street to my door. As I'm walking to my door I forget my airpods are in. I turned the volume up on my phone to discover Warren's favorite song had come on and been playing for about 2 minutes. I felt a butterfly scatter around in my stomach. I quickly snapped out of it and forcefully put my key in the lock. I had to stop having these thoughts before I acted on them and ruined a great friendship. I figured the sooner I get in the house and take this shower, the better.