Maybe
Wrote it a long time ago, just found it on my computer files. Takes place around the first months of 2010.
I closed my car's door and walked to the front of the familiar two-story house. I took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. After a few minutes, the door opened, revealing a very sleepy Dallas. Before I could say anything, she did.
"She's upstairs, so don't be loud and lock the door. Have fun. Good night." She said lazily with a teasing smirk.
"Dallas!" I exclaimed, blushing but laughing a little too. "Thanks sleepy-head. And for your information, it's already morning."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Bye" She didn't wait for a reply, instead walking to the living room and crashing on the couch. I shook my head and went upstairs, passing by familiar doors before reaching hers. It was early in the morning, everyone in the house was probably asleep, including her.
I tried to remember everything I had to say, but it would be pointless, as I would forget everything the moment we started talking. If she'd let me say anything. I wouldn't if I was in her place, but it was worth a shot.
I knocked softly on the door, before opening it and walking in the bedroom. She was sleeping peacefully. It was by far one of the most beautiful views I've ever seen. I sat on the other side of her king-sized bed and simply stared. Might be kinda creepy, but I didn't know when, better yet, if I was ever going have this opportunity again.
I heard a loud noise coming from the kitchen. Dallas, for sure. I realized her body was moving, meaning the noise woke her up. It took a minute or so before she noticed my presence in the room. Her eyes widened comically and she got out of the bed in a jump.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" She almost yelled, trying to contain her voice from waking the rest of the family. She wasn't a morning person, at all. It could be adorable, but right now it was just frightening.
I laughed humorlessly, nervous. "What, isn't a friend allowed to show up in you room at six am?"
"A friend, maybe. A best friend, sure. Now, what the fuck are you doing here?" She repeated her question, glaring at me. Those words hurt, a lot, but I couldn't exactly blame her. This whole mess was my fault.
She, however, had a bit of guilt in her eyes, which caught me off guard. "Sorry, I…" I cut her off before she could finish.
"No, it's okay. I deserve it. It's all my fault, I shouldn't be here, I'll just…" I started to leave but the grabbed my wrist and made me stop.
"Don't go… Stay, please" I saw hurt and panic in her eyes and felt as guilty as ever. What have I done? God, I was so stupid! I hugged her cautiously, and led us to her bed. We simply laid there, hugging, in a comfortable silence. Of course, it didn't last long.
"Why did you go away?" Her voice was broken and I hated myself.
"I was afraid, Demi." I confessed. Saying her name again, it was so difficult when I was alone and with others. But then again, with her things were always easier.
"Of what?" She asked, confused.
"Of what I felt. What I feel. Afraid that I couldn't control my self around you. Afraid… afraid that the more I stayed around you…the more I would fall for you." There. I said it, there's no coming back. "I was so afraid that it would ruin us, that in the end, I did it myself, and when I noticed it, it was already too late." I finished, using every ounce of determination I had to maintain a steady voice.
"So you just... you just left?" She sounded angry. Damn. I nodded and said "Well, I figured it was the best for us." Now she was fuming.
"You can't decide what's the best for me." Now she was almost yelling. "And what the fuck made you think…" Her voice softened and became almost a whisper at the next words. "…that I wasn't totally in love with you?" Oh. My. Fucking. Pizza. She just... oh damn. Before I knew it I was kissing her and praying that I wouldn't wake up in my room, alone, within a few seconds. I didn't. And the kiss definitely lasted longer than that. We broke apart when, as cliché as it sounds, oxygen became a problem, resting our foreheads on each other's. I was sure I was wearing a goofy smile, probably looking like an idiot. She was smiling too, more like a goddess, however.
"Lena…?" She put me out of my mental rambling.
"Yeah?"
"Would you… like to be my girlfriend?" Her voice was sweet and it melted my heart. "Yes." I whispered against her lips and she kissed me softly. As we kept kissing and smiling at each other, occasionally giggling here and there, I realized how damn lucky I truly was.
~the end~
A/N: Short and cliché, but I had to write it.
