I think I love you

1)

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

I had planned to meet her at 8pm but taking a glance at the clock, I noticed it was a couple of minutes past that.

I knew she'd be okay with it, she'd understand but I knew deep down she doesn't like me being late.

I tripped through my apartment as I slid on my black, suede heels, not caring if I somehow injured myself in the process.

Me: got caught up at work. Will only be a couple of minutes, so sorry:/// love you!! xx

Lucy: don't worry about it, gorgeous. I'll see you in a bit, love you too xx

Thats Lucy.

We've known each for.. basically our whole lives and have been best friends since middle school.

Annndddd then we fell in love.

One night, she confided in me about her feelings and I felt the same.

So we did something about it.

And we've been together since college.

So it's been.. I think almost 2 years now.

And I'm just..

god I'm happy.

She's my world, y'know?

I smiled down at the response before taking a quick look at myself in the mirror.

I wore a comfortable, dark red dress that complimented my skin tone perfectly and my face was heavily made up, but in a classy way, not in a way that is tacky or unprofessional.

Not that I needed to be professional, I just want to look good for her.

Plus, I didn't have time to do my makeup after work.

I'm actually an intern at Vogue which was...

A choice.

My dream was always to be a FBI agent but I'm nowhere near smart enough for that.

People there are like... they have IQ's of 180 and read a lot and are incredibly at science and maths and me?

I am none of that.

Lucy, on the other hand, she works for the FBI.

She is a Special Agent/ Paramedic which is super fucking cool, my girlfriend is in the FBI.

What the hell?

A lot of people would think I'm jealous of her because she's doing my dream job but they're wrong.

I'm super happy for her, I'm beyond proud of her.

And yes I want to be in the FBI

but as a paramedic? No

As a BAU Profiler? Oh yes.

Oh hell yes.

The one thing I'm jealous of is the fact that Lucy is friends with the quite a few members of the BAU team so I'm just.. y'know.. hoping I get introduced to them one day.

Because the second best thing to being a FBI profiler is being friends with a bunch of FBI profilers.

I mean.. maybe not the whole constant profiling thing where they can tell everything I'm thinking and feeling just by the way that I breathe.

But apart from that..

That sounds super cool.

But I'm too much of a bitch to ask Lucy to introduce me to them so I'm just gonna wait till she brings it up.

BUT I LOVE MY JOB

I promise I do.

It wasn't my first choice of a career but God.. working at Vogue?

I sound so grown and professional when I tell people I work there.

I'm not even fully sure why I'm working there.

Or how.

I've always had a love for fashion.

I've always dressed the way I wanted to, I've always made an effort.

So I got the opportunity, Lucy told me to go for it and I did.

And I.. I somehow got it?

Yes, I did call them to check if they made a mistake.

But yeah, Lucy and I... Pretty good thing we've got going here.

We do work long hours and don't get to see each other as often as we'd like, or for as long as we'd like but we make it work.

We have a date night every Thursday night and we go to this big restaurant and spend our cash and dress up all night, it's honestly the highlight of my entire week.

And then she usually spends the night.

And I know what you're thinking..

She's my girlfriend? Why don't we just live together so we'll see each other more?

WELL.

i will tell you.

Our jobs are pretty far from each other.

I think going from Vogue to the FBI would be like an hour, but we only live like 20 minutes away from each other.

So it's cool.

I love her.

I love her with my whole entire heart so we make it work.

I'm hoping we can buy a place that's sort of halfway between our jobs so that we can see each other often.

Or maybe I can move in with her and just have to travel further for work.

Anyway.

I took another look at myself, fixing my hair before throwing a dark grey cardigan over my shoulder and leaving my apartment, handbag in hand.

I practically sprinted through my apartment building before finally opening the front doors, the freezing cold fall air hitting my made up face.

I wrapped my cardigan around myself, taking a small walk down the road towards my car.

I jumped inside, not even getting the chance to slide my key into the engine when I noticed the faintest sound of classical music in the distance.

I furrowed my eyebrows, leaning towards my car, wondering if I had left it on overnight.

I hadn't.

Ohhh...

Right... But... Lucy doesn't listen to classical music.. does she?

She must be on her way to the apartment too, she's probably just on a different radio channel and she doesn't care.

I shrugged to myself.

That girl is full of surprises, maybe she's taking up a new hobby.

I nodded to myself in satisfaction before starting the car and heading to my date.