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My stomach screams just when I look at you.
I dropped a few more logs into the burning bonfire, sparks flying up in all directions. Quinn sat curled up on a blanket, another one wrapped around herself. I told her to dress warm, not in thin long sleeved white shirt.
“You sure you don’t a jacket? You know how many I have,” I offered. She shook her head, her long brown hair swishing over her shoulders.
“I’ll manage, Monroe,” she insisted, “Plus, I’ve seen your closet. You’d be in there the rest of the night trying to find one.” I felt my stomach drop when she said my name.
Being best friends with someone for 15 years does this to you.
We met in kindergarten and have been inseparable ever since. Now, we were about to be juniors in college. She was your typical girl, and I was a bit more alternative. We didn’t have the same circle of close friends, but everyone got along well enough to not kill each other. I had developed feelings for her a year or two back, but didn’t really come to terms with them until a few months ago. Nobody, not even my dog knew.
I laughed slightly and joined her on the ground, adjusting my jacket. “Oh my God, your Guns and Roses shirt again?” She laughed softly, and I felt my heart pitter patter with each passing second, “Do you ever wear anything different?”
“You know it’s my favorite. It reminds me of my dad.” She rolled her eyes sarcastically, though she knew how much the shirt meant to me and was only teasing.
She was the only friend I had who knew why my dad really left my mom and I. She knew that and so much more. She had been there for me every step of the way, both good and bad. She’s seen me cry like a child and smile so big that my jaw could’ve unhinged. And I couldn’t thank her enough for it.
My heart’s dictionary defines you.
“It’s the perfect night for a bonfire,” Quinn commented, “This was a good idea.” She curled the blanket around her more.
“You’re saying like we haven’t done this every August for the past seven years. Like it’s not our back-to-school tradition,” I reminded her. The wind nipped at my bare fingers, so I slid my hand under the blanket on the ground.
“Remember the back-to-school tradition we had when we were kids? Staying up all night was quite a trip,” she recollected. A few sparks hopped out and landed near my arm, forcing me to move closer to Quinn. She looked down at the ground and smiled. I thought my heart was going to burst from my chest and bombard her with kisses.
“Who said that had to stop?” I offered, “We’re in college. Shouldn’t all nighters of any kind be a regular thing?” She scooted closer and handed me one side of the blanket, allowing me to wrap it around myself.
“We’re still gonna hang out all the time, right?” she wondered. We both stared up at the stars for a moment before looking back at each other. There was a look in her eyes I’d never seen before, not once in the 15 years I’d known her. Whatever it was, it gave me a boost of courage. I scooted a teeny bit closer and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“Like you even had to ask.”
I dropped a few more logs into the burning bonfire, sparks flying up in all directions. Quinn sat curled up on a blanket, another one wrapped around herself. I told her to dress warm, not in thin long sleeved white shirt.
“You sure you don’t a jacket? You know how many I have,” I offered. She shook her head, her long brown hair swishing over her shoulders.
“I’ll manage, Monroe,” she insisted, “Plus, I’ve seen your closet. You’d be in there the rest of the night trying to find one.” I felt my stomach drop when she said my name.
Being best friends with someone for 15 years does this to you.
We met in kindergarten and have been inseparable ever since. Now, we were about to be juniors in college. She was your typical girl, and I was a bit more alternative. We didn’t have the same circle of close friends, but everyone got along well enough to not kill each other. I had developed feelings for her a year or two back, but didn’t really come to terms with them until a few months ago. Nobody, not even my dog knew.
I laughed slightly and joined her on the ground, adjusting my jacket. “Oh my God, your Guns and Roses shirt again?” She laughed softly, and I felt my heart pitter patter with each passing second, “Do you ever wear anything different?”
“You know it’s my favorite. It reminds me of my dad.” She rolled her eyes sarcastically, though she knew how much the shirt meant to me and was only teasing.
She was the only friend I had who knew why my dad really left my mom and I. She knew that and so much more. She had been there for me every step of the way, both good and bad. She’s seen me cry like a child and smile so big that my jaw could’ve unhinged. And I couldn’t thank her enough for it.
My heart’s dictionary defines you.
“It’s the perfect night for a bonfire,” Quinn commented, “This was a good idea.” She curled the blanket around her more.
“You’re saying like we haven’t done this every August for the past seven years. Like it’s not our back-to-school tradition,” I reminded her. The wind nipped at my bare fingers, so I slid my hand under the blanket on the ground.
“Remember the back-to-school tradition we had when we were kids? Staying up all night was quite a trip,” she recollected. A few sparks hopped out and landed near my arm, forcing me to move closer to Quinn. She looked down at the ground and smiled. I thought my heart was going to burst from my chest and bombard her with kisses.
“Who said that had to stop?” I offered, “We’re in college. Shouldn’t all nighters of any kind be a regular thing?” She scooted closer and handed me one side of the blanket, allowing me to wrap it around myself.
“We’re still gonna hang out all the time, right?” she wondered. We both stared up at the stars for a moment before looking back at each other. There was a look in her eyes I’d never seen before, not once in the 15 years I’d known her. Whatever it was, it gave me a boost of courage. I scooted a teeny bit closer and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
“Like you even had to ask.”
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This is stunning. Oh, the feels.