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My Bestfriend, Love?
#WritcoStoryPrompt74
You are falling in love with your friend. What should you do? Write a story...
"your crazy." He a say lean against the bed frame, counting the articles he have to write. while I get dressed in my high steltos, and ruffle dress. trying to not catch his eyes that I feel on my expose skin. the more I prop my chest up in the mirror, hearing the crincling of paper pause. As I turned to his caught gaze, Trying to not stare at his tied bun, resting upon his clear frames. He string tie to keep them from falling down. but we all know he didn't want to lose them. the more I stared at his toffee skin. his lips was pink as the blush of my cheeks.
Yet he didn't look away for a second, giving Me that awkward smile he knows a melt me everytime. them dimples pull me closer to his familar face. I come to adore over time. watching the clock for approval to break this elephant that come to sat. when I search his eyes for answers. Do he feel the same way for me. Is it love in-between them thick eyebrawls. I promised him i won't bring up again to joke about. When he comes around to lounge in my bed. Telling Me and asking about my day.
He stay the whole night in concern for me. Wondering how the dude look, I run off to in the middle of the night. To afaird to tell him. I'm not really in love with them, but some how fell for him. And it's killing me the more I look into then vibrant browns, trying to not gush at the sight. How do one tell their best friend, they love them. without losing everything they build as friends. all the secrets he kept in the pocket of them wide legged demin jeans. that complimented his t-shirts. he wear every time he had to come to my rescue.
I never forgot about his good deeds, he rub into my Quivering shoulders to relax. even now seeing his shoulders relaxed in my bed, as he read without a care. "Jason." I called from him in the mirror, as he looked to my odd frame. giving me his full attention. the more I searched for the right words to say. how do I even began. "I like you." I blurted in panic. hoping he won't catch on to the words I spat in a hurry. feeling the weight lift fron my throat, like a lodged piece of food. I wanted so bad to spit up, The more I lost my breath. waiting for his answers I knew would bring me great shame and regret. He's my bestfriend afterall. what could possibly happen, his mouth began to form the words. I knew would happen eventually. I....
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You are falling in love with your friend. What should you do? Write a story...
"your crazy." He a say lean against the bed frame, counting the articles he have to write. while I get dressed in my high steltos, and ruffle dress. trying to not catch his eyes that I feel on my expose skin. the more I prop my chest up in the mirror, hearing the crincling of paper pause. As I turned to his caught gaze, Trying to not stare at his tied bun, resting upon his clear frames. He string tie to keep them from falling down. but we all know he didn't want to lose them. the more I stared at his toffee skin. his lips was pink as the blush of my cheeks.
Yet he didn't look away for a second, giving Me that awkward smile he knows a melt me everytime. them dimples pull me closer to his familar face. I come to adore over time. watching the clock for approval to break this elephant that come to sat. when I search his eyes for answers. Do he feel the same way for me. Is it love in-between them thick eyebrawls. I promised him i won't bring up again to joke about. When he comes around to lounge in my bed. Telling Me and asking about my day.
He stay the whole night in concern for me. Wondering how the dude look, I run off to in the middle of the night. To afaird to tell him. I'm not really in love with them, but some how fell for him. And it's killing me the more I look into then vibrant browns, trying to not gush at the sight. How do one tell their best friend, they love them. without losing everything they build as friends. all the secrets he kept in the pocket of them wide legged demin jeans. that complimented his t-shirts. he wear every time he had to come to my rescue.
I never forgot about his good deeds, he rub into my Quivering shoulders to relax. even now seeing his shoulders relaxed in my bed, as he read without a care. "Jason." I called from him in the mirror, as he looked to my odd frame. giving me his full attention. the more I searched for the right words to say. how do I even began. "I like you." I blurted in panic. hoping he won't catch on to the words I spat in a hurry. feeling the weight lift fron my throat, like a lodged piece of food. I wanted so bad to spit up, The more I lost my breath. waiting for his answers I knew would bring me great shame and regret. He's my bestfriend afterall. what could possibly happen, his mouth began to form the words. I knew would happen eventually. I....
© DR
