The Unveiling of the Hybrid

Girls' Time

Star's Point of View:

“So, what do you wanna do?” I ask Stacy. She sighs and responds, “Honestly, I know it’s a huge pain in the ass for you but since you love me...I was thinking we go back to the diurnal schedule for tomorrow which means hitting the hay stack now, waking up in the morning, and spending the rest of the day wide awake.” I groan, “Ugh, okay, okay”, and put my hands up in defeat. “I’ll lock up the house and we can go to bed.” “Yessss!”Stacy exclaims triumphantly. I lock up the house and we go to bed. We share my bed, due to it’s more than big enough for the both of us, we’re grown adults, and we’ve been having slumber parties like this since we were little.

I wake up in the morning to a freezing sensation all over my body and let out yelp as I jump out of the bed. Stacy bursts into a fit of laughter at the sight of me frazzled in wet clothes. Stacy, being the person that she is, made an itinerary for our day. After a shower and a change of clothes into which I wear a pair of full length cargo jeans, a tank top, and a pair of combat boots, Stacy and I head to a nearby dessert café where we eat some pastries and enjoy some coffee. Our day continues jam packed and full with activities such as going to a nail salon, visiting some galleries featuring architectural designs, eating lunch at a pub, doing a shopping spree, and buying a bunch of snacks for when we watch movies later that night.

Although the day has been tiring and busy, it’s been nothing but fun and some much needed girl time with just the two of us. When we get back to my house we order pizza for dinner and change into comfortable pajamas. When the pizza arrives we eat it as we begin binge watching the list of movies Stacy picked out, which ended up being nothing but romantic comedies and total chick flicks. Sitting down with our candy and popcorn in our laps, we are about to watch the last movie on the list when Stacy says, “Star, you know that thing I’ve been wanting to talk about?” “Yeah, what about it?” I ask. She asks, “Is it okay if we talk about it now?” I turn to her and say earnestly, “Whenever you need me. You know, I’ll always be there.”

“He rejected me,” she says softly. I know she is talking about Fane. She hasn’t done much to hide her feelings about him from me. I look at her sympathetically. “Well, that sucks. I know how much you liked him Stacy. Do you want to talk about it?” I ask her. She takes a deep breath and responds, “To be honest... no, but I feel like I need to or else I don’t know if I’ll ever fully heal.” I give her a look of encouragement. She continues, “I confessed my feelings to him yesterday. He politely refused and says he values our friendship which sounds so stereotypical but I can see where he is coming from because I don’t want our friendship to end or change either. But then he said he had feelings for someone else and that hurt even more. I can understand saying no because you don’t want to be with anyone but telling me you’re interested in someone else despite those true mate values...it just really irked me. Then my dumb ass goes and decides to play the friend card and he begins telling me about his feelings for this other woman. The way he talked about her, it was so intense... It made me jealous. I wanted to be a good friend but listening to him and trying to console him after he just rejected me like that…it was one of the hardest things that I’ve ever done.”

Stacy begins crying full of sorrow and seeing her in so much pain pulls at my heartstrings. She curls up in a ball with her head on my lap. I stroke my fingers through her hair, telling her how brave she is and that it’s good to cry it out. Eventually she falls asleep and I carry her to bed. After I carry her to bed, I clean the house and get ready for bed myself. I gently lay on the bed and try my best to not disturb Stacy while she is sleeping. However, she wakes up anyways. “Star?” she says in a childlike voice. “Yes, Stace?” I ask. “Thanks for listening, for doing whatever I wanted today, for putting up with my emotional mess, and for being my friend,” she says to me. My eyes water and a few silent tears fall down my cheek. “Silly girl. You don’t have to thank me for any of that. BFFs for life, you know that,” I tell her as we hug each other warmly.