You were getting ready for bed, putting on red silk pajamas. You throw your hair up in a matching scrunchy, and wash your face. That's when you heard a light tapping on your door.
You walk to the door, and look through the peephole to see Wanda. 'But she was supposed to be on a date,' you thought as you open the door. That's when you see it; the hurt look on her face. She was wearing a white long-sleeve shirt tucked into a black floral a-line skirt paired with black booties and a black clutch. She looked absolutely stunning, but her face told a different story.
Her eyes were red and puffy, with black mascara running from them, staining her face. Her hair was slightly frizzed, an her lips were quivering.
"I-I'm sorry. I just need someone to be with," she said.
She was your best friend, so of course, you brought her inside. You knew it was coming. You saw it since the beginning; her and her boyfriend broke up.
She sat on the couch, while you gathered everything someone needs to get over a break-up; a fluffy blanket, a sappy movie, tissues, comfy clothes, and ice cream. You gave her a pair of your sweats and a t shirt, which was normal for you two, and she went into the bathroom to get changed and freshen up.
You put on The Notebook, and set out two bowls of ice cream on the coffee table. When she comes out of the bathroom, she sits on the couch next to you, as you click play on the movie.
Somewhere throughout the two hours, the two of you had shifted positions. You were laying on the couch, while she was laying on top of you. Her head on you chest, arms wrapped around you. Your arms were also wrapped around her, your hands stroking and twirling her long, soft hair.
The credits started rolling, and the two of you stayed silent for a long time, just enjoying each other's company.
"We haven't done this in a while," she says, breaking the silence.
"What?"
"Hang out," she says.
"Well, we grew apart. You were so afraid of losing him, that you were losing yourself and me," you said, "Sadly, I knew it wasn't going to last, so I decided to wait it out. He was never good to you."
"I'm sorry," she says, clutching you tighter.
"Why? Everyone makes mistakes to feel loved. You thought he loved you for a while, thought it would never end. And for a while, he did love you. But you were curious, and went for the relationship too quickly. You gave him all you had, he took it and he ran," you said, one hand rubbing up and down her back to comfort her, while the other stayed combing through her hair.
"But I left you," she says. You feel your shirt start to become wet from her tears as she hugs you tighter.
"And that is fine. All that matters is that we are here together now. So just clear his memory from the shelf. You can go on and chase your dreams, but never chase a boy. It's not worth it. There are plenty more that will come around. It's not worth the pain. It's time to listen to your own voice," you say, hugging her back.
The two of you stop talking for a moment, before she gets up on her hands, and looks you in the eyes. Her hair is hanging down, tickling the side of your face. She slowly starts to dip down, closing her eyes. You were a bit confused, until you felt her soft lips on yours. You bring your hands from her back to her shoulders, kissing her back.
She pulls back for air, saying, "Maybe I shouldn't chase boys."
You smile at her, before pushing her back onto the couch. You were now straddling her hips, holding her hands above her head.
You smile at her, before saying, "And maybe you're my dream."
You dip your head down, your lips lightly feather over hers before she brought her head up, deepening the kiss.
