the last time she saw him was at her highschool's junior prom. while she was gettin' her groove on the dance floor she suddenly felt extreme pain in her right toes- that pain being some dude's heavy ass dress shoe. "OUCH !!" she jerked her head to the side solely to let out a fat "WHAT THE FUCK ASSHOLE?!" but he beat her to it. "oh, i'm sorry!" his face was gorgeous. his smile was gorgeous. he was gorgeous. so just as fast as she was willing to knock her heel into his head, she smiled & said "oh no it's okay!" even faster.
fast forward 5 years later. *2 missed calls from him. *1 text "hey let's do something tonight."
he's only back home for two weeks but she's been passive like he didn't fly across 14 states to get there- like he still lived here. to her it was no biggie. it's not like she was feelin' the dude. he was cute, they were friends, but they haven't chilled in years. plus it didn't help that he literally lived on the other side of the country & she heard he'd been around (and i'm not sayin' he loved to travel). so that was a flying red flag no no.
after coming home from a dinner date with mark & reina, she plopped on the couch, turned on the tv, & logged into her facebook account -when he called again. she finally answered. a few looks in the mirror & 20 minutes later she was out the door and into his car. with one glance towards the driver's seat, she had to stop herself from biting her lower lip. AND he was wearing a 10deep tee? damn. he was one tall glass of handsome & she was thirsty as hell.
wait what..? she was calm, she was comfortable & most importantly she wasn't running away (or attempting to jump out of the car for that matter). she's the girl who built a fort around her heart, who parks in lot A when lot D is right next to her class just to avoid crossing paths with the cutie who's always trying to get at her, who literally ran away from her ex-boyfriend the first time they met. yeah, that girl. but tonight she was the girl who sat right where she was, who didn't think twice about what to say, who didn't feel the need to throw on some false lashes & a tight dress to impress this dude who usually gets girls droppin their panties on the first night. yuuup, that girl. for some reason they instantly clicked. no pressure, no anxiety. nothing except two friends catching up on their recent happenings, while on their way to making new ones.
"next one's on me." usually her typical night out on the town entailed a pretty face and a gay 21 & up night club. she couldn't believe that they were at Vinasa, an 18+ straight club. but after driving downtown for almost an hour in search of somewhere decent to chill, that is where they settled. so this 2nd shot was indeed necessary even if it had to come out of her very own red vintage snakeskin wallet. "efffff, i'm not even buzzed yet !" this girl swears she's a chubby 5'8 dude- 2 shots of patron, 1 shot of sailor and she still wasn't feeling the slightest bit tipsy. but mr. man on the other hand apparently was. hence his "fuck, i feel goood!" she was jealous. maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe they watered that shit down, maybe it was that idiot who got all up in her personal space to insist not once but 3 times that jason was her brother instead of her friend, or maybe it was that same idiot stating the following failed compliment: "daaamn ma, you hella thick." whatever it was, she didn't want all those alcoholic calories to go to waste so she headed to the dance floor in hopes that it would eventually creep.
then she felt it. no, not the buzz that she was waiting all night for, but his hand slipping into hers. hmm. this boy really thinks he's slick.. -wait no. scratch that. friends hold each other's hands all the time. this is and should be no different. ...but why did his fit so perfectly into hers?
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