Best Friends, a Romance fanfic

Hey guys, sorry about the typo in chapter one! It was sopposed to be "you're the only one I've told" sorry X(

on with the show!

...a few weeks later...

Wally and I were walking back from the snow cone place, laughing and trying to speak with numb tongues. I had firmly decided to "give up" on Daniel for about the fifth time, and was in one of my "life's too short not to live in the moment" kind of moods.

"Wanna try mine?" I asked, putting a bite of red coloured slush onto my straw and lifting infront of Ewyllen's mouth. I could feel my pulse quicken as I watched her take the ice into her mouth and swallow.

Sticking my straw firmly back into my cup, I used my hand to scoop up the ice, and put it into my own mouth, wishing I could do the same to the girl only a foot away. Hey, why couldn't I.

"I've got a serious oral fixation today." I said, looking at her from the corner of my eye, and sucking on my fingers, one by one. "I don't know why..."

Wally nodded, and coughed slightly.

"Can I hand feed you?"

To my great surprise, she just shrugged, and said "sure".

I scooped up more of the red ice and lifted it to her mouth. I swear my heart stopped as her lips closed around my fingers, and she sucked slightly. My fingers left her mouth with a slight pop, and I raised them to my mouth, licking off the remnints of red syrup mixed with another taste that I knew was pure Ewyllen.

Today, I decided, was the day.

At Haistings, as we sifted through manga, deciding what we should get, I delibrately stood a little closer than I needed to. We talked in hushed voices, and I showed her one of my favorite slash stories, about two friends who fall in love. One is girl crazy, always out for his next conquest, and the other is meak, not careing for girls, and always critical of his friend's relationships. The parallel was unmistakable.

For a moment, our eyes met, and I felt the overwhelming need to kiss her.

"I..." the words didn't seem to want to come "I want to do something, but I'm afraid you'll get mad at me."

"what is it?" Wally asked softly, eyes burrowing deep into mine.

"never mind" I sighed, and turned away. Coward. my mind yelled at me You are such a coward.

Walking home as dusk fell, talking about nothing in particular, there was an undeniable tention between us, one that had never been there before. We were walking close together, but were almost afraid to touch, we fell into awkward silences, but smiled and tried to fill them with ramblings that were quickly forgotten after they had left our mouths. I knew Mom would get mad for me staying out so late, but when we reached her door, I couldn't leave.

Night had really come, when I left, and I knew I was in trouble when I found our front door locked, and the TV blareing inside when I got home. I knocked, ready for the silent treatment and a harsh grounding from my mother. What I got, surprised and frightened me.

As the door opened, my mother lunged from the porch, and slammed me against the side of our van, slaping me across the face and knocking my glasses off.

"Mom, I'm sorry, Mommy!" I cried as she hit me. Then, just as quickly as it had happened, it stopped. The front door slammed, and I was left on the ground in the dark, searching for my glasses.

I found them face down, and scratched up on the gravel drive way. My hands were shakeing as I put them on my face, and headed towards the only place I could think of: Wally's.

"Can I stay here tonight?" I asked weakly.

"Your mom mad?" Wally asked.

"yeah."

"How mad?"

"Throw me up against the van, and slap off my glasses, mad"

"Oh." as usual, only Wally's face revealed her concern, as her voice stayed at it's usual monotone.

We sat out on the brick pile in her back yard left behind after her father's plans for building an addition had been abandoned. Made of the grey cinder blocks and almost as tall as the fence, it was great for spying on the neighbors.

"Who's he?"

"I don't know."

"He's your neighbor!"

"I don't talk to my neighbors"

"Bit late for grilling, isn't it?"

"hmmm..."

"Maybe he's an alien!"

"Yeah, that must be it."

We were both lying on our bellys, on top of the brick pile, peering over the top of the fence, whispering loudly back and forth. Suddenly, the portly man standing at the barbeque next door, looked up, and we borth let out soft squeals, pressing ourselves down, so as not to ben seen.

"This is fun."

"yeah, it is."

Still scrunched down, we looked at eachother, and giggled hard.

A little while later, we sat full upright on the brick pile, munching on the junior mints I had spent way too much for at Haistings that day. When we got to the bottom of the box, where a few were stuck together messily, she licked them off my fingers.

I couldn't be fooling myself, could I? She had to know I was flirting with her, she'd been my friend for nearly four years, she knew my technique, we'd discussed it!

I covered her hand with mine and asked:

"Wally, do you think we're freaks?" She had to know what I meant.

"I think, when they decide what normal is, then they can decide who the freaks are."

I stared over at her, with the words Dream Girl running through my head.

"What?" she asked, when she caught me watching her; she looked so beautiful with the moonlight one her face like that.

"I...I want to do something, but I'm afraid you'll get mad at me." I said awkwardly.

"You said that before" she pointed out "At Haistings, you said that you wanted to do something, but I would get mad."

"yeah" I said stupidly

"well...what is it?"

I shook my head, I couldn't tell her.

"just do it, then." she said, a little exasperated.

"promise you won't get mad?"

She nodded, and my heart started beating ninety miles a minute. I leaned in closer.

"promise?"

she nodded again, and I closed the space between us.

It wasn't a particularly romantic kiss, in fact, it was hardly what I had ever considered a kiss. My lips landed somewhere between her mouth and her cheek, just bare brushing the corner of her lips. When I pulled back, I was disapointed at where my kiss had landed. Maybe she would take it as more of a friendly kiss, and that wasn't what I wanted: another month or two of awkward talks in which nothing was said, and moment where niether of us knew what the other was thinking. We had always been so close, never keeping secrets from eachother, and I wanted it to stay that way.

I bit my bottom lip nervously, searching her face for some sign that she felt the same was. Her mouth was turned up, in an almost awkward smile, that I had never seen on her before, and I smiled back, still unsure as to how she had perceived what had just happened.

"are you mad?" I asked awkwardly

Ewyllen broke my gaze for a moment, to pull a leaf off the oak branch hanging down next to us, and handed it to me.

My heart melted.

"thanks" I whispered, and we climbed off the bricks, and went inside.

It wasn't long before my mother called, and told Ewyllen's mom that I needed to come home. We started walking toward my house, arms wrapped around eachother, when my mother apeared at the corner. It was as though lightning had struck between us, and we sprang apart.

When I got home, my worries that my mother had seen us were easily out numbered by the overwhelming feeling of bliss flowing through me. I still had the leaf she had given me, and slipped it carefully behind on of the sheets of plastic that covered my walls. Getting out my journal, I quickly wrote down everything that had happened that day.

She likes me too.