For You

So good

Friends? I don't even know if this magestic bond exists in the real world anymore.

My friends were never really my friends, except of course Dave. But I don't know if I ever compared him as a 'Friend'. I always took advantage of him and our unorthodox friendship. Like asking him to drive a mile to pick up my relatives, making him stay at night (which is by sneaking through the window since no parents will ever allow that) so that I can forget about my recent breakup, using him to bring my favorite food to comfort me when I am on my period, cuddling with me tangling our feet when I am sad.

He never thought of it all as using though. Rather, he used to tell me that's what friends do. But now, I don't know if that was the truth. Because, the way I think about it, it's more than just a friendship.

But like I said earlier, these things stopped when he got into a relationship with Abby until today; where I see the same person I saw before by judging those beautiful golden brown eyes.

"What game?" He paints a mischievous laugh, attempting to dodge the question.

I always wanted a friend like this, who would try his or her best not to make the opposite feel embarrassed or sad. Because, that's exactly what I do. But I wasn't sure if I wanted the same quality in a guy I want to date.

If you look at my past relationships you will only see three or five. Not sure the fourth one even called it a relation. But surely, the guys were jerks. Well because, I thought I like jerks. I guess that's a phase every girl goes through. I am glad I am past that.

Not going to lie my first love was the hardest to forget . Because well, first love's are always the hardest. But never even I thought of dating a nice guy. But Dave, he's not that nice too. He's cute.

I embrace him all a sudden in the midst of our conversion like before and in no time he hugs me back like he used to. But I can apprise he was surprised since it's been too long that we hugged.

"You okay?" he asks while I am busy closing my eyes burying my face onto his jacket and breathing in that cologne I missed. My grip grew tighter as I held my wild heart responsible for it. The thought of losing him brings unbearable pain onto my chest. Making it tougher for me to breathe. So, I just hug him. My heart totally pressed against his. Making a bridge of affection that is so delicate and special to me. My nails almost piercing his jacket as if I don't wanna let go so easily. His hand lands on the back of my head, caressing my hair making my nervousness go away. I proceed to breathe normally again and this time more long inhales.

He smells like coffee.

"Dave can I ask you something?" I ask while my eyes pressed closed.

"Yeah?"

There were pile of questions running on my mind. They were like poison ready to engulf me with emotions. We were embossing like long lost friends and I f*****g hate myself for saying this to him.

"Do you like me?"

I mean like can be any type, right? But seriously couldn't I find a better question to ask a guy who's currently on the verge to breakup with his six months girlfriend?

He stops hugging me as he leans back. He holds my hand intertwining them with his. I reopen my eyes watching him keep his head down while his fingers played with my hand. He runs his thumbs across my palm taking a deep breath. Not sure what was he trying to do except he was rubbing his thumbs over my palm gently which felt like a good massage by the way.

He was staring down and I get it , it's something you can't answer like that.

He exhales a long breath and then locks his eyes with mine.

" I always wanted to ask you out."

THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU? YOU ASSHOLE!

But, that wasn't what I said.

I said,"OH!" and just like that my facial expression was also like the OH.

I mean, he said it with that sweet sugary smile and the way I replied, there's a huge difference.

And it was definitely not cool.

"ELLIE!"

Mom calls me to come downstairs since its half past 8 in the morning and if dad sees me like this he's going to freak out, especially with Dave.

Dave gets up before me while I stare at him. He gives me a hand to rise up. I follow his steps but certain imbalance caused me to slip because of the foggy weather's effect . At that moment, his hands moves down to my waist as he pulls me closer to him making me not fall. I throw my hands around his neck balancing my position.

'' Nice catch, Anderson. '' I speak clearing out the tension. He laughs at my clumsy self. But I was more focused on his face and that mischievous smile which was causing my heart to palpitate.

His expression defined serenity.

The thought of me being in his arms has crossed my mind several times after that summer.

Trust me, it was the perfect moment to kiss. But I couldn't. Because I didn't know, if it's right.

His one hand still had a perfect grip on my waist and the other came up to hold my face. I watch him graze on my jawline as if it was about that time. My knees were about to give out. We were looking deeply into each other's eyes where you could hear the birds chirping and a little bit of wind blowing. Thus the nature was in our favor , but not my fate. He leans in to kiss me but I turn around looking at the ground.

"Dude! I was just about to break all my bones."

I was forgetting that I was still enveloped into his arms. I wanted to greet our lips at that moment in a breathtaking way, I have always daydreamed about. I wanted to close the gap between our lips in the most perfect way. But I didn't . I couldn't.

Our faces were close enough to cause me an internal feeling erosion. I slowly pace backwards as he flashed a smile at me. I use the ladder to reach down fleetingly leaving him there. He probably saw my running ass but I didn't care.

I trudged upstairs to my room. Stepping into the bathroom, I stand in front of the mirror to fix my hair as I murmur to myself panting, "I hope mom and dad didn't see me running like that."

He follows me upstairs. He pushes the door which was slightly opened whispering seductively ,"Oh they did. "

I take a step back gasping. My heart starts pounding faster than ever. He comes closer and both of us were panting this time, rhythmically. I know the trip to my room from rooftop wasn't that long. So, the attraction was quite visible.

His right hand moved up to my cheek as he brushed it gracefully with his thumb. He meticulously observed my lips. I was completely dazed by his actions. This wasn't the Dave I had once known. He moves his head closer and I failed to keep the promise I made to myself . I couldn't rest for the right time anymore. Because when it's time you know it just is. Nothing is right unless it feels right. It feels perfect.

I press my lips against his as the feelings came rushing back from that summer. Taking us figuratively there again.

The moment our lips met it felt like that was what I needed all this time. I needed him.

He lips playing with mine as we both weren't ready to let go just yet. He tasted so good. It was a type of taste that never passed my lips. A whole mixture of passion, adventure, crazy and somewhat love. I don't know how to describe that make out session in the bathroom but in three words it was A-MA-ZING!

He pushed me to the wall , crashing our bodies together and we didn't realize the shower head was above us. My abdomen is pressed against the wall. So, when he puts his right hand slamming on the wall and the left planted on my neck lightly, he accidently or maybe on purpose turned on the shower making us wet.

When the water falls above our heads we were already drenched. I pull myself back from the kiss turning it off immediately.

"What the..."

I was about to curse while I notice Dave laughing because he did that intentionally. Like I said Dave's not really that nice .