New Beginnings

this was inspired by hayley talking about having bats in her house

so I wrote this a while ago while trying to get over writer's block, which unfortunately didn't really work out as you can see by the not updated stories on my profile. 

I am also writing other things (a new story that I want to start uploading once I finish PH (which will happen btw it's almost 100k words I'm way in too deep not to finish it now)) and I've gotten positive feedback on the new stuff so far so I think y'all will like it. writing can honestly just be really difficult sometimes. i might use this again as an outlet, it surprisingly does help to write random shit like this to get you over zero creativity.

also this story concept is actually something i might pick up for a short story some time in the future because i do think their story is super sweet but i gotta think small at the moment lol so this is what you get for now. just wanted to post something and let the ppl know I'm still alive.

this is also edited by me because i didn't have the heart to put my editor through more bs than i already am at the moment so excuse the grammar mistakes, i hope the 'english isn't my first language' excuse is still valid.

i don't know how english uses commas btw it makes absolutely no sense to me

The way he looked at her. She couldn't get it out of her head. He always looked at her during shows, that wasn't what was bugging her. It was the intensity of his stare boring into her. It was the way his irises darkened when his eyes landed on her skin. It was where he was looking. Not just at her face, grinning at the way she danced as he strummed to their songs, but at her body as she could feel his gaze traveling down the skin exposed by her shorts, all the way to her ankles when he thought she wasn't looking.

It wasn't like him. Certainly not like the guy she met over 15 years ago, the guy who's been her best friend for so long.

Thing is she knew this look. It wasn't hard to decipher; it was lust. But he's never looked at her like that, not that she knew of.

No, it couldn't've been. The flashy lights, the thousands of cheering people, and the blood rushing through her veins had blurred her perception. But the more she tried to convince herself of that reality, the more she recalled the feeling of his lingering stare gliding over her skin as if he couldn't possibly get enough of the view.

No. She shook her head. She was being ridiculous. She'd had a little too much to drink and wasn't thinking rationally that night. Of course he wasn't looking at her like that; like he wanted her. He's her best friend for Christ's sake. They mutually friend-zoned each other basically the day they met. To think anything could've changed for him was utterly delusional. Much less to think something had changed for her.

She was divorced, had trust and abandonment issues, and was certainly not looking to act on some weird feeling towards her best friend, pretty much the only person who had been a constant in her life. That was a friendship she wouldn't survive losing. Not after everything else she's lost.

Hayley rolled over on the air mattress, possibly the most uncomfortable thing she's ever laid on, and let out a sigh. It must've been the middle of the night, but her head just wouldn't let her rest, the thoughts not willing to stop swirling around her head.

As she stared out the glass door onto her patio, she seriously considered trying to rest on the only pieces of furniture in this house: a single wooden chair and a small table. Anything would've been more comfortable than that damn air mattress. She quickly dismissed that thought, though, as she realized it was far too cold outside for her makeshift blanket that consisted of the two large towels she found to be the thing on top of the many stacks of clothes in one of her suitcases.