Disclaimer: this came from my heart (even though it has never happened to me. If you heard something like this, I don't know you, so it must be pure coincidence. :]

The amazing Lisi owns the characters. *sigh* I wish I did.

What would you say if you found me with your best friend? Our lips locked, our bodies molding against each other, his hand on my hair, my hand grasping his. Wouldn't you hate me? Wouldn't you hate me too?

Wouldn't you hate yourself?

Thinking that your lips were not enough, but normal, but hers are big and the shape of a heart. Thinking that you are not beautiful enough, with your brown hair and amber eyes, but that she is a living goddess, with flaming red hair and deep green eyes and a body every girl would kill for?

But I don't hate her.

And I don't hate you.

I should, I know that, and I'm screaming on the inside, feeling the need to kick something, to hurt you, to punch you, to tear her beautiful curls away from your hands and slap you. It still angers me. But even though I want to….

I don't hate her.

And I don't hate you.

Sure I'm jealous. Sure I wish it were me who you are holding so lovingly and lustful. Sure I wish I could melt in your lips like she is. Sure I am supposed too, since I'm your so called girlfriend.
But I won't.
I want you to be happy.
I want her to be happy.
Even though you are cheating on me with my best friend.
And I'm here, silent as a mouse, watching in a hidden corner how you express your love for each other in silent, meaningful ways.

I believed you when you told me I was beautiful.
I believed you when you told me my kisses made you anxious of more.
I believed you when you gazed deeply into my eyes and told me you loved me.
And I believed you when you said you would help her look for my blue ankle suede boots.

But even though I should, I want to, I feel like I have to….

I don't hate you.

And then you notice me standing here, and you hide her behind you, and try to explain- But it doesn't matter. A silent tear rolls down my cheek as I smile at you both and leave the room, without my blue ankle suede boots.

And there was Cam.

His blue and green eye gaze into mine, silently asking if I am okay. I telepathically respond that I' not. And then he sighs and smiles a bit as he wipes my tear away.

Forgivingly. And lovingly.

And that's when I ask myself, why shouldn't I cheat on you too?

And then I fling myself into Cam's expecting arms and lips, knowing that deep inside, I dont hate you.