Secret Love Song

The One With Naomi

Naomi and I got inside the elevator and the second the door closed on us, I pinned them against the wall and kissed her. They bit my lip, giggling, and grabbed me by the waist. The door opened on us and I saw Valen waiting on the other side.

I lured away from Naomi in a flash, and saw them both stare at me, wondering. Naomi was already accusing me of something, the raised brow said it all, and Valen was confused. Her jaw was practically on the floor.
I ignored them and stuck my embarrassment deep in my mind.
"Valen, this is my friend, Naomi," I introduced them and went along with our way as fast as I could.
On the sly, I watched Valen get inside the elevator, and her bewilderment wasn't any better. She shrunk her nose. It was pretty damn cute, but the dooming guilt was pretty distracting. 

If I had ruined things by not telling her I was screwing my best friend, then I'm killing myself.
Not literally. Or maybe...
Nah, I'm just kidding.
But I did need some immediate satisfaction. Or the shrinking feeling in my gut would never go away.
Thankfully, Naomi was right by my side. Life was great, and I could easily pretend I wasn't a disgusting simp!

"What was that?" they asked me amused.
"Nothing," I cut them off.
"Nothing. Yeah, right," she smirked. I rolled my eyes, displeased. Immediate satisfaction I said, not irritating interrogation by the most exasperating person I know. "Who is she?"
"She's a new girl from school," I opened my apartment door and we walked inside.
"She's hot," she glanced at the closed elevator door. 
"Whatever," I tried to keep the conversation as short as possible. I knew Naomi, and she wouldn't stop bugging me if I told her how I felt.
She laughed at me, "oh, my God. You're so dumb."
"Fuck you," I simply mumbled, raising my brows, which she didn't since I was running the keys through the door's lock. 
"She's into you," I rolled my eyes again.
"First of all, she's straight. Second," I paused, "I don't give a shit."
"Oh, come on. You're seriously telling me you're not into her?" she gave me an incredulous, amused grin, moving her hands around as she spoke.
"Yes!" I rolled my eyes a third time. As I said, they could be so fucking annoying sometimes. "Now will you please stop talking about my neighbor and have sex with me?" I glanced into her eyes and watched her laugh, before pulling them in by the waist.

I walked us to the couch and pushed us on it. I laid on top of her and kissed their neck.
"How's school?" she asked, heavy breathing. Why the fuck were they still talking? 
I pulled away, controlling the impulse to shout in her ear. "It's cool," I replied quickly and kissed her.

"You're a sophomore, right?" she asked when I took off my shirt. I kept my eyes from rolling for like the hundredth time. 
"Yep."
"You're a baby," they whined, "I'm going to jail," I chuckled. "I remember my sophomore year," I placed my finger over her mouth.
"Shut up," I mumbled, as an alternative to the yelling.
She gave me a sexy smirk and sucked on my finger. I grinned. Thank you, God.