How we got here

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


The story of a couple of normal friends that became someting more.

Submitted: February 21, 2018

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Submitted: February 21, 2018

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I opened my eyes and placed me feet on the floor. I used my hand to remove the sleepiness from me eyes. I put all my books in my bag, and walked out of my room. I put down my bag in the top of the stairs and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and showered. I was still tired when I walked towards the kitchen on the ground floor. I stumbled in my bag and fell down the stairs. I forgot where I put it. I hit the floor and managed to sit up and took my hand to my forehead.

 

I mumbled to myself, “Good way to start of the day.” I walked up and grabbed my bag. Then I went down the stairs again without falling. I was not that hungry, so I decided to wait for Emily. We always walk to school together, but she is always late. I checked my clock. It showed 08:10. We were already late. I started walking towards her house. Right when I was opening her gate, she was on the way out. We crashed into each other and she lost her books. We went to pick them up at the same time, so our heads crashed into each other. She fell backwards. She landed on her but.

 

I started laughing, and she did to. I took her arm to help her up, but she just dragged me down, so I was sitting down beside of her. I stopped laughing and looked at her. She stopped and looked back at me. I scooped up her books and placed them in her bag. I was going to stand up, but Emily stopped me. I saw curious at her and she said, “I hurt my foot when I fell,” I replied, “Do you want me to help you?” “Yes please,” she seemed happy now, so I just went with it. I lifted myself up on two again and helped her up as well. “Do you want me to support you when you walk, or do you want to sit on my back?” “I want you to support me. I’m not that useless,” She said it with a sour tone. When we started walking she quickly became her old self. I held my left hand on her left arm and my right hand in her right hand. I held her close on my left side. We had come half way when she stopped, she said, “Can you place your hand a little longer down.” I moved my hand longer down. I put my hand right under her armpit. “A little longer please,” she said it with her soft, gentle voice. She used her hand to move mine. She moved my hand to her waist.

 

As we continued, I noticed that she started breathing a little heavier. I asked, “Should we take a break?” “No, we need to get to school, what is the clock? “It is…. 08:40,” it was about seven hundred meters to the school from where we were. “And the first class starts at 09:00.” We sat down at the nearest bench. I went into my bag and took up some orange juice. I took it with me because Emily likes it a lot, and she often forgets her own. I opened the cap and took the bottle to my mouth. I probably got one little sip before she grabbed the bottle and started drinking from it. She swallowed and said, “Thank you for giving this to me,” I started laughing hard. She gave me my bottle back and I placed it back in my bag.

We waited a little longer, then we started walking again. When it was just hundred meters left she said something that surprised me, “Why don’t you have friends,” I answered, “That’s because you are the only friend I need,” she smiled sweetly at me and said, “Aww, so sweet of you to say that,” I smiled back, and we walked into the school building. I couldn’t focus, I couldn’t take my mind off her.

 

Why couldn’t I get her off my mind. This hasn’t happened before. We have been best friends as long back as I could remember. When the other students went out in the schoolyard, I stayed inside. When the day was over, I went to the school gate to wait for Emily. The clock was 15:38. I waited. The clock reached 15:50, I started to be worried.

 

I sent her a text message and asked, “Where are you?” She replied, “I talked to the doctor, so I went home.” “I’m coming over, okay?” Now I was worried. I didn’t wait for an answer before I started running towards her house. I reached her house and stopped. I got my breath back before I walked in and said, “Hello?” I heard her saying that she was in the living room. I put my bag down and walked into the living room. She was sitting with her leg on a pillow and her foot in bandage.

 

I sat down beside her and asked with a worried voice, “Are you okay?” “I’m fine, I just need some rest. That’s all.” I calmed down a bit. “Can I get you something?” “I am a little thirsty, and I haven’t eaten since breakfast,” I walked out in the kitchen and found a bottle of orange juice and ingredients I needed for her sandwich. I shouted out, so she would hear me, “Do you want cheese on you sandwich?” I heard her replying, “Yes please.” I finished her sandwich and walked back in the living room. I gave her the bottle and the sandwich. She took a big bite of her sandwich and started talking with a lot of food in her mouth, “How do you make so good sandwiches?” “I practice,” her eyes were even more beautiful than before. She kept eating while I watched her. When she was finished she opened her mouth like if she was going to say anything, but she closed it again without saying anything. We couldn’t find any words. After a while, I asked, “Do you want me to help you with anything else?” She replied, “No, it’s okay, but can’t you stay a little longer? I don’t want to be alone right now.” “I can stay. Why don’t you want to be alone?” she mumbled “I am a little scared of the dark, and now I can’t run from it if it comes after me.” “I can stay here until tomorrow. It’s Friday,” “Thank you, can you help me up to my room? It’s getting late.” “Of course.” I stood up and pretended like I would help her on her feet, but instead I took my arm under her legs and one on her lower back and picked her up. She screamed surprised, she didn’t expect me to pick her up. But she put her arms around my neck after she finished screaming. I started to walk with her in my arms.

 

She yawned, and she looked beautiful while doing it. I lay her down on her bed and she yawned again. She had to be really exhausted. With slightly open eyes she said, “Can’t you sleep next to me tonight? I’m so scared,” I lay down beside her and put my arm around her neck. She lay her head on my chest and fell asleep.

 

I couldn’t sleep because I thought about everything that had happened. How did she become so weird? She wasn’t like this before, but I like the way she is now. I finally fell asleep.

When I woke up, I noticed that Emily was gone.  I looked around but didn’t see anything unusual. I walked out of her room, checked the bathroom and checked the guestroom. I walked downstairs and into the living room. I suddenly heard some sounds from the kitchen. I walked in and whispered in her ear, “When did you get out of bed?” She didn’t know I was there, so she flinched. She replied, “7. I wanted to make you breakfast, so I needed some time to get down here by myself.” I replied, “You didn’t need to make breakfast for me. I should be making yours.” I picked her up and lay her down on the couch. She didn’t resist. I put down on the couch. I put a blanket over her and walked back into the kitchen. I finished cooking the eggs and bacon and put it on plates and gave her one. We sat down, and she started talking. I didn’t understand a thing she was saying but I pretended to be.

 

 After that day we just kept living together like if we had it like this forever. Her leg got better but that didn’t stop us from having fun. I don’t think we noticed. We grew closer together and became a couple.

3 Months later

We walked to school together like normal. We were holding hands and walking close to each other. People looked at us with curios looks. We talked about the usual stuff but suddenly she stopped. I asked, “Why are you stopping?” “Do you remember when we sat down here?”


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