His Firefly

Selena "Are you done? " My best friend and roommate Stacey, yelled from the kitchen. "Almost" I shouted back. God! This woman does have loud mouth on her. Surely, she's going to be in trouble these days. I chuckled softly. Applying the nude lip gloss to my plump lips I rechecked myself in the mirror. Nothing special about me. Brown eyes stared at me. So common, I thought. I sometimes was jealous of my brother, Daniel. He got the blue eyes from our Mom that were striking. And well, I got these orbs from my Daddy dearest. My ebony black hair was pulled up in a ponytail. Peach colored sleeveless shirt that I had bought from the sale hugged my breasts and flattened at my stomach. My black jegging glued to my butt like a second skin. Not that I was fat, but I wasn't like those slim supermodels either. "Stop admiring yourself", Stacey came from behind "You look good to eat" she said and winked. I rolled my eyes at her playfulness and turned away from my reflection. "You don't believe me? You wound me" she faked gasped by keeping her right hand on her heart. Her expression sad and she sighed dramatically. "Stace, don't need to be a drama queen" "Then why won't you believe me" she whined like a child. "There's nothing special about me" I muttered under my breath while tying my shoe laces.  "Oh no! You don't go there. Just because one asshole didn't want you doesn't mean all men are same." She replied in a harsh tone wiggling her fore finger in front of my nose.  I was taken back to the memories 6 years back. The pain, the hurt, the rejection was still raw. My heart ached thinking about him. That day was supposed to be my special day, my birthday! But it was not. Life was not a fairytale. I learned it that day. There was no happy ending and blah blah.  The soft touch of hand on my shoulder bought me back from my reverie. "Hey, you Okay? " Stacey asked. Her voice soft and gentle. Was I Okay? It was a mere question but held so much of meaning, so much of power. "Yeah I'm fine " I replied, shaking my negative train of thoughts.  Stacey Woods had been my rock from last six years. I didn't had any best friends back at school. But with Stace I could go forever. We had both met at the Uni. Luckily we shared the same dorm room. I still remember the day clearly how we had met first. With my heavy luggage on I had finally found the dorm room that I would be staying. I had knocked and waited for 5 minutes. With no response I had literally banged the door,later. After 10 minutes or so she had shown up. A petite blonde. Her blonde hair damp from the shower she might had taken, her light blue eyes confused. Wrapped up in pink fluffy towel and with cute flip flops. She kinda looked adorable. But only if you know. "Hey there, How can I help you?" she'd asked in a chirpy voice. "Umm, Hi this is going to be my dorm room." "You mean ours right? " she asked haughtily. "Yeah" "Oh nice. I'm Stacey Woods, you can call me Stace and you are?" "I'm Selena Walker" I'd told her with my hand outstretched for shaking, but instead of doing that she had hugged me tight. "We can ship our friendship with Stana" she said and just like that we'd hit it off.  From that day we were best friends. Having each others back through thick and thin. Stacey was good and kind. But no one could really win her when she was arguing. And not to mention she goes all Mother Hen when it comes to the people she loves and cares.  All these memories clogged up in my mind. Not wanting to go away. Stacey would stay here. London was her home from the beginning. She was born and raised here. A pure English by blood. And she didn't wanted to go away from her home. That was why she had opted for Oxford University.  Somewhere along the lines I had fallen in love with this city. The hustle and bustle, busy streets filled with people's buzz. The cafe's here were good. The cold temperature in winter was almost magical. London is a home to many tourists. Mostly I loved the libraries. Some were modern. But some had an old Victorian look.  After having our degree in literature we both had hunted down this apartment and were both sharing it. Stacey worked as an editor for local newspaper. And I wanted to be an author. In the beginning I did work at a firm, just for experience. And then when I had completed my first story I had got it published. It was a success for me. Not much, but it was. After that I had published my second book. This was the one that took me high. The life changing step. Both are contemporary romance. But readers out has liked the second one the most.  I sighed. I would terribly miss this. Thought of being away from here was unsettling in my stomach. But some or the other day I'd had to return. Return to New York. After all the birds do return their nest when it's dark.  "Hey Stace, " I called her pushing all the memories back. "You'll be fine right? " I asked timidly. "Of course you silly " she said nudging her shoulder to mine.  "I will miss you" my voice thick and full of emotions clouded, I hugged her. She chuckled lightly, "I will miss you too, but we are only few hours away from seeing each other. So don't worry may be I'll pop up in New York without telling you " she said with huge grin.  I smiled, feeling better. That was the way with her. She knows how to handle the situation. "Maybe I'll even get a hot man there in NYC what you think?" She asked wiggling her eyebrows at me. I laughed out loud. "Yeah, yeah, you'll definitely get one. Knowing that you will even give your number to him in no time." "Oh yeah, totally! I'll do that." she said with a mischievous glint in her light blue eyes.  Loud cars horn interuptdd us. "Oh, I think the cab is here." with that being said I took my luggage and stepped out of the apartment. Stacey was right behind me. She helped me with my luggage to place it in the cars back. "You know you are welcome here anytime." Stacey said seriously while hugging me. "I know" I know I replied hugging her back. "Good. Now off you go." She waved her hand. Giving her the last nod I stepped inside the cab and told the driver to go at the airport.  I was coming home. After 6 years and this time I would not be fooled by anyone.