To Love, And to Be Loved

Azora

Hello lovely people, bare with me in this story. I've had writer's block for yeaaaaars. I'm still struggling to be honest...but I always have this story idea and I finally decided to just start writing again.

First things first, this story will be in Azora's POV (unless said otherwise).

Honestly that's all I have to say. For now.

Enjoy!!

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I once read somewhere that you should always help someone when you can. You're probably the only one that does. I wish I never read that. It stuck with me. I was a pure soul seeking to be the help of others.

I wish someone would've told me that it costs to be "The Help".

"How do you feel about this Zor?"

I paused my studying to look up at my roommate and best friend, Honey Cheyenne.

Honey was a golden girl. Literally.

Everyone loved Honey. She was radiant, her smile was sweet, and she was gorgeous to top it all off. Her skin resembled milk chocolate and I loved it. Honey's skin was probably my favorite asset of her. She reminded me of the finest silk.

"You look great in anything Chy."

Chy and Zor. A package deal.

Honey rolled her eyes. "Zor, you've said that about the past three outfits I need an opinion girl, and why aren't you dressed?"

Here we go again.

"Honey, I'm not in a partying mood. That's not really my setting and you know that."

I loved Honey to death, but the girl really didn't know how to sit on her ass. She was energetic just as she is radiant.

She could be the sun if she wanted to.

"I'm not taking no for an answer. It's Thursday, classes have ended for the week, AND we have an off day on Monday. Go. Get. Dressed."

It went from there. Honey would never let me live a party down. Part of me was grateful that Honey didn't let me sit and lay in bed all day. She knew what it would do to me, and I appreciated her for that.

The other part of me wanted to shout at Honey sometimes and tell her I didn't feel the need to be on every scene, but Honey was looking out for me and I couldn't yell at her for that.

Because she's the only one that does.

"You look beautiful Zor. You really do." Honey pulled me in for a hug and I melted in her embrace.

Did I mention how loving and sweet Honey was?

She lived up to her name that's for sure.

I settled for a black dress with oversized sleeves and a cut crease in the middle. My hair was a mess so I decided to brush it back. I wasn't in the mood to style it fully, so I could only hope that my lazy, but cute style would last for the night.

I decorated my ears with faded gold earrings that were shaped like eggs. I wanted to get rid of them but Honey insisted on me keeping them.

"Imagine the aesthetic look you'd give." I remembered Honey saying.

I hate to admit it, but she was definitely right.

I went for a natural make up look. I still wasn't in the mood to party and I didn't want to give the impression that I was.

Honey went with the first outfit I first told her she looked good in.

A striped, multicolored, bell bottom romper. Honey pulled her hair into a high bun, leaving two curly stands down. She applied her favorite lip gloss which made her lips fuller than before.

I laughed as Honey did a twirl in the mirror, winking at herself.

"Is Sean by any chance going to meet you at this party?" I asked.

"Yes. I've missed him so much Zor, his job takes up literally all of his time."

"Well Chy, look at it as him working to provide, not because he doesn't want to see you."

Sean is Honey's boyfriend. Honey hasn't told her mom about Sean yet and it's been almost a year since they've been dating.

Honey always told me she wasn't ready to bring Sean to meet the woman who birthed her, but I knew Honey was really scared of what her mother would think.

With Sean being 25, almost 26, it would leave a lot of thinking room.

I always try to encourage Honey by telling her she's a grown ass woman.

Honey always freaks out about it though.

Something about fresh twenties and almost thirty.

"Enough about Sean. I'll see him when I see him. I want you to mingle tonight Azora."

Ah, so THIS is what this is about. Poor Azora attending a party and single as always.

I rolled my eyes. Being single isn't that bad. A relationship has its perks, but nothing that made me want to hop in another.

Being a third wheel all the time was getting tiring though.

Honey's voice played in my head about us having the next few days off. I guess it wouldn't hurt to mix and mingle for one night.

"Don't worry about me Honey. Enjoy Sean, I will mingle just for you."

And partly for myself.

"I sure damn hope so girly. You have the bod, brains, and beauty. Use it!"

That's Honey for you.

"You ain't nothing if you don't use what you were created with."

Honey says a lot of inspirational shit sometimes.

"Who's driving?" I asked.

Honey tossed me my keys. "I'd recommend you to drive Zor. I'm most likely going to end up with Sean for the night, and you're not really a drinker."

I caught my keys and shrugged. Honey was right. Honestly, I probably wasn't even going to stay long at the party.

"Let's roll babe!" I said.

"I call shot gun!" Honey yelled as she skipped to the car. I laughed. "No shit."

The night was young, and the air was crisp.

I could do this for a few hours.

I'd put on a fake smile, laugh at the stupidest jokes that weren't even funny, and be Azora Woods. The IT girl.

Then I would leave.

But man...how I was so wrong. I didn't leave, at least not alone.

And I really should have.