"I just know that I love you. You are the pieces to my puzzle. The apple to my pie. The cheese to my pizza. That's corny right?" My back was turned, so I couldn't see who I was talking to "I wish words could explain how I feel about you, but unfortunately Webster didn't think that far. You are my-"
My thoughts were cut short. "Wait. What?" I ask, completely dazed by that dream, or vision, or whatever It was. "Are you even listening to me?" Heather asked annoyed. She has been frantically walking in and out of her closet trying to find something to wear. "Oh yeah, something about….about?" I was searching for the words, but they never came. "About my date tonight!' She practically screams at me. Taken back by her tone, I mumble a fake apology under my breath. Loud enough for her to hear it, but quiet enough for her to know I didn't really mean it. "How about this?" she asked walking out the closet. Her long tan legs seemed to go for miles, and that mini black dressed seemed to fit her curves perfectly. My eyes seemed to be trained on my best friend, and they refused to turn away. I was filled with Lust, as she bent down to put on her heels. "You look great, I'm sure Taylor is going to love to see you in that" I say, more formal then intended. "Thank you" she says smiling. Her eyes brightened up after she accepted my compliment. Walking over, she asked for me to zip her dress up. Reaching for the zipper, my hands began to tremble. Applying pressure to her back, I zipped up the dress, not allowing my hands to linger, although that's all I could think about. "What would I do without you?" She turned to me, offering me a big hug. Of course I accepted, laughing at her previous comment, but also wondered what my life would be without her. "I have to go, I'll see you at work Monday" I say, ended our hug earlier, eagerly heading for the door. I didn't give her a chance to respond, as I bolted out her front door and into my car. I needed to get out of there and quick.
"Di, can I come over please?" I ask Dianna, through the phone. She had picked up on the second ring, so I knew she wasn't busy. "Yeah of course, I honestly don't know why you asked since you have a key" She replies. She was right, I did have a key, but I rarely used it. I didn't like the idea of invading someone's privacy even if they gave me the right. "Okay, be there in 5." I say, clicking the end button on my phone. Pulling out Heather's driveway, I sat in silence, thinking. My mind was racing a mile a minute. As my breathing continued to quicken, I drove faster needing to get to Dianna's house before I had a breakdown. Parking sloppily, I charged towards, Dianna's door. Knocking lightly, the door had already been open, with Dianna standing there waiting for me with open arms.
"Okay, so what happened?" Di asked as we shared a gallon of cookie dough, the movie had just ended and she knew I had been avoiding this conversation since I got here. "Nothing, it was just weird being there, knowing she was going to be with Taylor." I reply, of course I had more to say, but the words wouldn't come. They couldn't come. I didn't give them a chance to even appear on the surface. "And they got to you why?" I could hear the skepticism, in her voice. She didn't get it. No one got it, and they wouldn't. "I don't know…." I mumble, playing with the spoon in my mouth. I was lying. I knew exactly why it got to me. I had suppressed my feelings for Heather for so long, that it was getting harder each day to pretend I didn't like her like that. I didn't want to, to be honest. I wanted to go find a nice guy to settle down with, but I knew that wasn't going to happen. From the moment I met her, she struck me as someone special. It didn't take long for us to become best friends in real life, spending weekends together and even hanging out after long days at work. We could be completely comfortable with each other, and that rarely happens with me. I am always guarded. You can't trust easily these days, but when Heather came along, my guard was shot down and I hated that. Not realizing the silence had been that long, I coughed. "Okay, can I be honest with you Naya?" Di asked. She had been obviously thinking about the next thing she was going to say. "Yeah, sure" I reply waiting for her to start. Whenever she asked me that, I knew it was going to be serious, and most times right wither I wanted to admit it or not. She looked at me, grabbing my hands "You love her" that's all she said. You love her; of course I love her she is my best friend. I looked at her confused. She continued "You love her, a lot. I see the way you look at her. I see the way she looks at you. You guys are soul mates, wither you and her accept that or not. You guys can't go longer than 10 minutes on set without being by each other's side. You guys are always touching and even though it isn't noticeable, I can tell. When she says your name, you instantly brighten up and there is this look of love in your eyes. When you call her name, her eyes get wide with love, and her smile seems to triple in size." Trying to register what she just said, I realized who I was talking to in my dream. I was talking to Heather. My mind seemed to race even faster than before, and my heart was following right behind. I let air fill my lungs slowly, as I still processed things. Dianna was right; I could no longer deny it. I love my best friend, because she was my soul mate. The question was, if she feels the same way. I shake my head at my own thoughts. Of course she doesn't feel the same way, she is with Taylor. "What are you thinking about" Di asks, putting her spoon on the table alongside the empty container of cookie dough. "Just, that you are right, I think. Well, I know" I reply slowly. "I know I'm right." She says. I shot her a look, and she just rolled her eyes. Buzz, buzz. My phone vibrated quietly against my leg.
From Heather: Can you come pick me up please?
I looked up at Di, as I quickly typed a message back
From Naya: Yeah, sure. Where are you?
Di sensed something was wrong. "What's up is everything good?" she asked genuinely concerned. "I'm not sure. Heather just texted me asking for me to pick her up, I don't know what's going on.
From Heather: the restaurant, by my house. Come quick please. I need you.
That's all I needed to see before I ran to the door. Waving by to Di, promising I would text her details, I grabbed my purse and left.
Pulling up beside Heather, I unlocked the door so she could get it. "What happened?" I ask looking at her. We had just stopped at a red light, so I had time too. Her eyes were puffy from crying, but I pretended like I didn't notice. "We broke up" she replies slowing. A part of me wants to jump for joy, but the other part hates seeing Heather cry. Those bright blue eyes don't need tears falling from them. I wanted for her to continue. "We were eating dinner and everything was going fine. We were laughing like old times. Then out of nowhere, he asked me to move back with him. I said no. I'm not leaving LA. I couldn't leave LA. My heart is here" She stopped for a moment, and looked at me. I turned away, wonder where her heart lies. "He got mad, and then said if you stay we are over. Expecting me to change my mind, he showed me picture of this apartment in our hometown. I laughed while he showed me. He couldn't be serious. I'm not leaving LA, I repeated. With that, he got up and left. Not a single word left his mouth as he walked out the restaurant." Her story now finished. Trying to piece everything together, I reach out and grab her hands. Squeezing it, letting her know I was going to be there, we drove to my house in silence. "You want to stay over?" I ask, as we walk into the door. I don't even know why I asked, I already knew the answer to that. "Yeah, my tooth brush is still in the holder in your bathroom?" she replies. Her eyes looked tired and exhausted. "Of course" I answer. She turns to go up the stairs, and I grab her arm pulling her into a hug. I hated seeing my best friend like this. It was one of the worse feelings.
"Where do you want to sleep?" I yell in the bathroom. I was no longer in skinny jeans and a tank. I had transitioned into an extra-large t-shirt. "With you. If you don't mind. "She responds, walking out the bathroom. I pull down the covers, and open my arms. She crawls in, as if she was a young child. Humming into her ear, I held her as she cried then faded of to sleep. Around 2, I finally shut my eyes, sleep never came easy when I'm with her.