Love or lust. One meaning a strong connection, the other a sexual desire. They often get mixed up......and that's how people get hurt...
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Bright. Sunny. The sun blinds me as smack my alarm clock to stop the annoying beep sound. I sit up and all of sudden two hands cover my eyes startling me. "Guess who?" Said a masculine voice said. I instantly knew who it was. It was my best friend Damian. We have known each other since forever. He has been my anchor since my parents split which in it self is a whole other story.
"I know it's you Damian", i couldn't help but giggle at how much he still acts like a little kid. He always knew just how to make me laugh even when I wasn't in the best of moods. I don't know what I would do without him. "What's up porky?" This is has been his nickname for me ever since the sixth grade when my parents got divorced, I turned to food for comfort, and he had barged in on me stuffing my face. The name kind of stuck and I still giggle about the nickname even now. "Are you ready for our senior year?" I asked him with excitement in my eyes. He just grinned real big and I knew he was just as excited as I had been. He was dressed, looking so good. I don't know why I have never seen him this way before, weird. "How did you get in here" I asked him confused. "Your mom let me in" he says with a grin on his face. I joined I with his laughter as a beckoned him to follow me down stairs. "Fruity pebbles or recess puffs" I asked while displaying both boxes. Damian looks fake insulted and I laugh. " I'm just kidding I know you love your fruity pebbles". We sit down and pour our cereal and milk into our bowls. As we eat we talk about first day jitters and who we hope to have the same homeroom. I glanced at the clock and then down at myself. I looked up and opened my mouth but closed it again. Damian looked really good today. His lips so kissable. "I'll be right back I have to get dressed" I run up the stairs and laugh to myself, where did that thought come from. I open my door, walking towards my full-length mirror, and assess myself. My usual dark brown curly hair has been straightened, which I confess was not easy. I apply light make up, little bit of mascara and lipstick and then i walk to my closet. I pull out a grey long sleeve shirt and after 5 minuets of looking, black skinny jeans. With my hair done and my outfit on, I grab my bag off my desk and head downstairs.
When I get downstairs Damian is laying on the couch with his eyes closed. To be honest, he just looked so peaceful and I don't know...... I walked closer and sat down next to him, careful not to wake him up. He has been through some shit and always had time for mine. I'm so grateful for my best friend. I almost don't want to wake him up but I know I have to. It's our first day of our senior year. "Damian" I whisper. His eyes flutter open and he sits up real quick. He looks confused and it's kind of cute. I giggle and head toward the door. "Come on Damian or we'll be late!" I can hear him gathering his stuff as I open the door. Soon he is right behind me and I freeze. It's like my body is super aware of him that it stopped me in my tracks. He, not noticing that I stopped, ran right into my back. "Porky" ,he giggles "why'd you stop?" I felt my face redden and just mumbled some lame ass excuse. I walked over to the driver side, jumped in and turned the key in the ignition.
