|I'm in love with my best friend
Author: LovelyNinja PM
My name is Sophie Andrews I'm seventeen years old and I live in Sicklerville New Jersey. I have a secret no one knows about. I'm in love with my best friend Nick Gold, who is eighteen years old. We've been best friends ever since we were babies. We've beeRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Friendship - Chapters: 12 - Words: 23,849 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 08-23-09 - Published: 06-13-09 - id: 2684838
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1. FUN-DA-MEN-TAL-THEOR-EM of coping without you.
As I walked forward Nick smiled. He had flour in his curly hair. He was wearing his brand new jeans which had flour stains and his gray tank top had cake batter.
My name is Sophie Andrews. I currently have white hair. Yes I know, not normal for a girl to have. But I'm experimenting with colors and right now white is now definitely winning. I have multiple piercing. My right eyebrow in pierced and my nose is pierced. Your probably wondering where my parents are. They passed away a year ago.
I'm seventeen and living on my own. But thanks to Nicks mom, I live their garage. When they found out I had no where to live, they remodeled the garage for me. I owe them my life.
"My mom is going to kill us in the morning, when she see's your kitchen," he joked. We were inches apart.
"She won't know unless we clean it up." I said while playfully hitting his chest. Nick Gold has been my best (guy) friend in the world. He has curly brown hair, and deepest chocolate brown eyes that make me go weak in the knees every time I see him. He has a very well bit body, even though he doesn't work out. As if not being gorgeous, he's also kind, considerate, sweet, funny, serious at times, and a little shy.
If you haven't already realized, I'm in love with my best friend. Yes I'm in love with Nick Gold. He was sleeping over tonight, just friends. Just friends! How I hated that phrase.
"Soph, your such a child sometimes" Nick said as he rested his hands on waist. I blushed at his touch. I put my arms around his neck and he was the one who blushed.
I giggled a bit. "It looks like we're dancing." He chuckled along with me. We started to sway back and forth. "This is nice."
"Yes it is" he murmured against my neck. I shivered against his touch. He chuckled again.
"What's so funny?" I asked warily. I didn't know if I did something wrong.
"It's nothing. This is everything I ever thought I would do with a girl."
"Dance in my kitchen while covered flour?"
"Yes, but no. Dance, with the girl I'm in love with. Doesn't matter what we're wearing or where we're at." Wait, did he just say he was love in me?
I wanted to ask him, if he was in love me, but instead I told him, "That's beautiful Nick, when did you become such a romantic?"
"I guess I've always been one" Nick replied. He started humming an unfamiliar tune.
I just rested my head on his chest. Well I more like buried my face in it. I know this might be weird. But I smelled him. And he smelled good! He smelled of flour and old spice.
He chuckled again. I found myself giggling along with him. I looked up into his chocolate brown eyes.
Before I could really think I felt his soft lips touch mine. I was in total shock, but I kissed him back. I was in pure ecstasy.
But then something reregistered in my mind. I was kissing Nick Gold! My best friend. He had a GIRLFRIEND and I had a BOYFRIEND! Brian, my boyfriends name, rang threw my head.
I pulled away. "I'm sorry I can't," he stared at me in disbelief. Before he could say anything I left. He stood there in my kitchen with a dumbfounded look on his face and a broken heart. My heart was also breaking.
That was six months ago. That was the last time he really spoke to me. We don't hang out anymore, due to the fact that I basically rejected him. Well excuse me for thinking logically.
He always stares at me oddly, like he's trying to figure me out. He's always trying to figure. The weird thing is, I CAN'T FIGURE ME OUT!
I would love to go up to him and tell him I love him. But he's with his girlfriend. Who is also one my best friends. Her name Evangeline Morris, she has black hair that is naturally curly, but she straightens it. She has dark brown eyes that always remind me of dark slushy mud. Eve (her nick name) is Puerto Rican and proud of it.
Every time I try to forget Nick, he always show up with Eve. Holding her hand. Kissing her. Hugging her. Whispering in her ear. He would always do that. Especially in front of me.
I was nothing compared to Eve. She was exotic and I was just ordinary. She had the proper amount of piercesings. And I well had some on my ears, nose, and eyebrow. I guessed I understand why Nick picked Eve. She was pure and I was not. I was a rebel and no one wanted to date or love a rebel.
Brian and I were still together. But we were fighting, all the time. Every time I tell him maybe we should break up, he starts apologizing saying "We'll make it work" or "I can change."
I walked out to my kitchen. It was a pretty kitchen, well in my opinion it was. It was entirely open and free. The paint on the walls was the color of honey. I checked my phone, currently right now it was six thirty in the morning on a Saturday.
I groaned softly. I didn't like waking up this early. One for the fact that I can't function with waking this early and second Nick woke up about this time too. He's been acting weird.
"Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it, Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake it" It was my cell phone. Before looking at the ID, I answered it.
"Hey Novalee," I answered. It was my best friend. Novalee Johnson she was my partner in crime. She and I have been friends since we were five years old.
"Hey Soph, listen I need to know what is going on with you and Brian?" She practically whispered on the phone.
"What about?" I said while nervousness leaked through my voice. I've been showing a lot of marks on my arms. Like bruises, broken wrists, etc. Last night was my most recent trip. My left wrist was broken and I had multiple cuts and bruises all over my body.
"Soph, don't play dumb. Is he hurting you?" Her voice faltered when she said this.
It was no use, I couldn't hide it anymore. "Yes." I whispered into the phone. "Yes Brian is hurting me. It's been going on for a couple months. I'm sorry I didn't tell you."
"Why didn't you tell anyone? Do you know what he could do to you? Why are you still with him?" She yelled in the phone.
I sunk downward onto the floor. "It helps me forget about Nick." I sighed. "Being with Brian helps me cope without Nick."
"That's stupid Sophie. It's stupid to stay with him. Are you going to break up with him?"
I thought about this. Would I risk my life so I wouldn't have to think about Nick?
"Sophie?" Novalee's voice rang through the phone.
"I don't know," I whispered. "Novalee, I'm afraid what he will do if I leave him."
"Well that's your fault. It's your fault for staying in the relationship." She went silent for a moment. Then Novalee whispered, "You have to tell him."
"I just told you Novalee, I'm afraid what he'll-" I was cut off by her voice.
"Not Brian. Nick. You. Need. To. Tell. Nick." as if something was planned. I saw Nick's curly hair through my clear door. "Novie, I have to go. Nick's here," I was nervous at his presence.
"I will byes. Love you," I said into the phone.
"Love you to," she replied. I shut the phone and sighed. I didn't want to get up because I didn't have enough strength and because of his presence. I was pretty sure I would wind up telling him how I feel.
"I have to tell him," I said out loud.
"Tell who?" A voice asked. I looked up and saw Nick.