Friction

Looking around the store, I couldn’t help but think of him. Lately, everything in my life seemed to revolve around him, what I ate, the clothes I wore, how I did my hair in the morning.

My best friend, Izzy, was with me. I needed her help buying a new outfit for my date tomorrow night.

“What do you think about this one” I asked her, sheepishly. I wanted her to like it; to say it was perfect, that I would knock him dead at the very sight of me.

“Oh my god. Addy.”

I looked up, trying to see the expression on her face. I wasn’t sure yet if it was a good ‘oh my god’ or a bad one.

“Girl, stop looking so sad, you’re beautiful. If he doesn’t like you already, he’s going to love you,” she walked over to me as she said this.

I wrapped my arms around her, “Thank you,” I whispered.

“You really like him, don’t you?” she asked, now looking me in the eyes.

“More than you will ever know. He’s all I can think about. It’s almost as if he’s my reason for living. I can’t really explain it,” I felt as if I might cry. The emotions I was feeling were too strong.

Izzy immediately picked up on this, “Are you okay?”

Then, it hit me, “Izzy, I think I’m in love with him.”

She looked at me again; worry clouding her normally piercing blue eyes, “Let’s pay for this and get you home.”

I went back into the dressing room to change. When I stepped out, Izzy pulled me up to the register. After I had paid for the items, Izzy took me home. She followed me up the steps to my apartment. As I was unlocking the door, my phone rang.

I looked down at the caller ID. It read Tristan.

I looked to Izzy, “It’s him. Can I just call you later?”

She finally nodded and started back down the steps to the street.

“Hello, Gorgeous. How’s my favorite girl doing today?” Tristan said when I answered the phone.

“I’m good. I went shopping with Izzy today. She helped me pick out what to wear tomorrow night. I’ve never been to a club before; I hope what I picked out will be okay.”

“If you’re wearing it, I’m sure it will be perfect.”

He was just too cute. I blushed.

“I’m blushing now. Thanks,” I told him.

The sound of his warm chuckle reached me.

“I’m glad I amuse you.”

“You do. I just called to see how you were, but I have to go. I’m meeting some friends downtown.”

“Bye, then. I guess.”

I’m sure he could hear the disappointment in my voice, but he didn’t say anything. He hung up the phone.

I don’t know if it was the shortness of the conversation or why he left it, but I started crying. All I kept thinking over and over was, does he not like me anymore? Did I do something wrong?

I didn’t’ want to call Izzy, she wouldn’t understand So, I just stood there. Right in the middle of the doorway, tears running down my cheeks. I was sure my make-up was smeared, but it didn’t matter since I wasn’t seeing him.

After about another five minutes, I finally remembered the door was still open and that anyone who walked by could see me. I shut the door and lay down on my bed still crying, tears staining the pillowcase.

Even though it was still early yet, only about 9:45, I quickly fell asleep.