I can’t give you up on you,okay? I couldn’t tell you why, I don’t even know myself.
But I think I’m attached to you in this really weird way, like our paths were meant to cross and continue side by side for however long they need to.
And it feels like the universe keeps telling me to wait a little more, like it’s saying that one day soon, something will happen, that we will happen, and I really hope this is the case.
But please, please hurry up. I don’t know how much longer I can take this. Waiting for you is the most excruciatingly difficult thing I’ve ever had to do.
You know, one day you look at a person and see something more than you did the day before, like a switch has been flickered somewhere, and the person who was just your friend is suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with.
“Just friends” don’t look at each other that way,
“Just friends” don’t leave lingering glances like me and you do,
“Just friends” don’t smile at each other with only their eyes,
“Just friends” don’t secretly glance at the other when they’re not looking,
“Just friends” don’t leave butterflies in my stomach,
“Just friends” don’t make my knees weak,
“Just friends” don’t make my hands tremble everytime I talk to you,
“Just friends” don’t love like how I love you.
You pushed the door of your Uber open, thanking the driver
as you stumbled out of the car and into the cold Minnesota air. Goosebumps
jumped to the surface of your skin as you lifted your scarf over the lower half
of your face, quickly walking up to the apartment building. The paper bag of
groceries nestled in your arms was about to tear. Using your hip to bump the
door ajar, you managed to get the it open and staggered into the lobby. Your
luck ran out as you stopped in front of the elevator. If you moved an arm to
press the elevator button, the bag would surely rip. If you waited in front of
the elevator for help, you’d be late. Taking a quick glance around the lobby to
make sure no one was looking; you hopped up on one foot, lifting your knee and
knocking it into the wall, managing to press the ‘up’ button on the first try.
The shift of weight was enough to cause a small tear in the bottom of the bag.
You slipped inside the elevator as the doors opened. Carefully readjusting the
bag you managed to cover the hole, watching as the floors ticked by, getting
closer to your destination.
You scrambled off the elevator as the doors slid open,
scurrying down the hall; the hole in the bag widening with each step. You
glanced up, seeing the gold “C12″ emblazoned on the door, you kicked it
lightly. You could hear the shuffling of feet and then the turn of a lock. A
moment later his smiling face appeared. God, that smile made your heart flutter
every time you saw it; and since Charlie was the happiest guy you knew, you saw
it a lot.
Not realizing the potential disaster wrapped in your arms,
Charlie remained in the doorway, the door held open by one muscly arm. He
opened his mouth to greet you, but you couldn’t wait.
“Move, move, move. We’ve been hit, losing fuel fast.” you
muttered, swooping under his arm and into the apartment. The opening in the bag
grew wider with the sudden burst of movement, a head of lettuce dropping to the
floor, followed by a bag of rice. You felt a few other items drop as you
rounded the corner into the kitchen. You managed to hoist the bag and remaining
ingredients onto the counter, breathing a sigh of relief. Charlie walked into
view, the dropped ingredients collected in his large hands. Setting them down
on the counter, he smiled over at you.
“I could’ve found my way to the kitchen without the trail of
bread crumbs.” he grinned dropping the items in his hands onto the counter.
“It’s good to see you.” he said walking over to you and pulling you in for a
quick hug. Your heart skipped beat as he drew you near, his lips ghosting past
your cheek in greeting.
Lavi drummed his fingers against the cool, brick wall behind
him, his green eye scanning the crowded hallway as he searched for a mop of
white hair. Allen’s class was supposed to be over by now, and even though he
knew his friend was only a few minutes late, Lavi still felt his instincts buzz
angrily at him. He wanted to see Allen, to know he was okay. He had to bite his
lip to keep himself from overreacting and running off in search of the missing
But he’s not YOUR
omega, Lavi had to remind himself, repeating the words over and over again
in his head until his mind went numb. Sometimes his body refused to listen to his
brain, listen to reason. Even though he knew their friendship was nothing but
platonic, at least on Allen’s end, Lavi had to remind himself that he and Allen
were nothing but friends. Some days, his body liked to argue with him over that
It was like listening to the question people had asked them
since high school – Aren’t you together?
Just because he was an alpha and Allen was an omega, they
were asked that question constantly. They’d been told it was not normal for an alpha and omega to be
friends when they weren’t mated. People made assumptions about them, said that
it was only a matter of time before they got together. Or that it would all
They told Allen he was a tease, that he had been stringing
Lavi along all this time without committing to him. They told Lavi he was a
fool for not taking advantage of Allen’s friendship with him. And the worst
yet, the one that really made Lavi’s blood boil, had been told to them both on
multiple occasions –
When you get a mate,
they won’t let you be so close to each other anymore.
Lavi couldn’t even think of it. Just the idea of a day in
his life without seeing Allen? Without talking with him, even if it was just a
text message? He couldn’t bear it. It was like someone took a knife and cut out
his chunks of his heart if he dwelled on the idea for too long.
So, he bottled it up – ignored
his feelings and tried to focus on the present. Right then, Allen was his friend
and they were happy. That was all that mattered.