Hello! This story is AU with an OC. Thanks and I hope you like it.
I look at my phone and it's time to go. Krista asked if I wanted to the go to the Summer Festival on the Rose Commons. I wanted to go but originally didn't have anyone to go with. I was too shy to reach out to my friends. I'm generally a hermit but Krista is nice and gets me out of my shell. I readily accepted her invite. I'm wearing a navy/white razorback tank with gray skinny jeans and black Converse high tops. I check how I look in the mirror and find my outfit suitable but need to grab something incase it got cold tonight. I settle on a black zip up hoodie and I grab my motorbike helmet to and pick up Krista. My bike is a sleek, royal blue Mitsubishi. People wouldn't expect to see me on a motorbike, it isn't my looks that makes it odd, it's my quiet personality. My quiet personality is masked when when I put my helmet on, it gives me a confidence boost. My family has a house in Trost and I grew up with dirt bike explorations all summer long. The ride isn't too long but still some time feeling exhilarated. Krista is waiting for me, I give a wave as I approach. I can tell she's pouting, she doesn't like when I only have one hand on the handle.
"Hey, ready to go?" I ask with a smirk, trying to avoid the lecture Krista always gives me. Krista takes deep breath and exhales.
"Why can't you just keep both hands on the handles?" Krista asks. Both of us know it's a rhetorical question. Krista bought her own helmet because she used to catch rides with me to high school. Krista gets on the bike and wraps her arms around my waist, I mentally thank god for the helmet covering my face so she doesn't see the blush. It is a 20 minute ride to the Summer Festival taking place as the Rose Commons. We find parking and head to the Commons. Hitsoria grabs my hand and and drags me to all the booths. I watch how her smile reaches up to her eyes and they light up with all the joy in the world, like a kid on Christmas. And yes, I have a crush on Krista. Sue me. Krista finally takes a break from looking at all the booths. I sit down, almost throwing myself on the bench. I put my forearm over my eyes and catch my breath. Krista giggles and I fake punch her. She nudges me back. I wouldn't give this up, no matter how much my heart breaks when I remember it's all unrequited. Krista shakes me out of my thoughts.
"I think I'm done exploring for now. What do you want to do? I dragged you all over the place so it's your turn." Krista asks but before I could answer both of our stomachs grumbled.
"I'm thinking food would be a good idea and we could just wander and find some stuff," I suggest. We start perusing the booths for something yummy but then again most things will taste good after starving for half the night. I don't find anything and Krista seems to feel the same.
"Do you want to go get some stuff outside the festival?" Krista asks. I look at her trying to figure out if she still wanted to stay, her happiness is worth more than mine. At least I think so. I shrug and she gives me a light glare, the one she usually gives me when I'm being unhelpful.
"Thanks for being so very helpful," Krista says sarcastically.
"What can I say? I'm just so very enlightening," I egg her on and continue, "I don't mind heading back."
"That helps a little. Fine, I'll decide. Let's head back to my apartment. I think I have some leftovers," Krista says with a pout. I love when she pouts. She looks adorable and sexy. I nod and we head off to my bike.
Her apartment is nice to say the least, well townhouse actually. It has three floors, 3 bedrooms, 2 full baths, high tech kitchen, a nice dining room, and a living room. I'm always amazed by her apartment because mine is a simple 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom, kitchen, and small lounge area. Krista goes to the kitchen to find something to eat, she's bending over… Oh my god, she is the pinnacle of beauty.
"You know you shouldn't stare," Krista says with a light blush. I can tell I'm blushing, my cheeks are heating up and I gape like a fish out of water. I just got caught staring at my best friend's ass. Abort. Think of something else dumbass.
"Then you shouldn't give me something stare at," I reply with a sly smirk. I am actually an idiot. Why did I say that? Krista blushes harshly and looks at the floor, she looks like a nervous school girl. I stand there not knowing what to say to fix this situation but no solution comes to mind.
"I'm honored you feel that way but I don't want you like that. I'm really sorry if you thought this was a date…" Krista frowns and avoids eye contact. My heart sinks. I didn't expect anything else though. Why did I do that? Maybe I subconsciously want to get on with my life and rejection would be a good push.
"No worries. I didn't think it was a date," I mumble and quickly turn towards the door. This is too uncomfortable for the both of us. I move robotically and leave without another word. Krista stays silent and lets me walk away.
I open the door to my apartment with my Corgi, Winston greeting me. I pick him up and hug him close, dogs know when you need some cuddles. I place Winston on the bed and change into my PJs. Hearing Krista actually reject me, hurts more that I thought it was going to. Whelp, shit happens and maybe I can move on from this crush I've had since 9th grade. I cry myself with Winston cuddled into my chest.
My weekend is a blur. I left to grab some groceries for the week and to walk Winston but that's it. I have no motivation to go to work but whatever. Life must go on. Get up. It isn't the end of the world. You knew it was unrequited. I sigh and walk to work. I act like everything is normal, my mask is perfect. None of my office buddies notice the change in demeanor, I'm glad. It hurts too much to think about in any capacity. But the week moves forward and the sharp pain turns dull. My mask falls off after work when I head to the bars. I drink a bit then head home, that's enough social interaction for a day. Winston has been really good to me but maybe it's because I'm letting him up on the couch to snuggle .
It' been 3 weeks since the Summer Festival, Friday finally rolls around. Another week gone, maybe I'll take next week off and head to the summer house with Winston. I sit at the bar looking at my 3rd glass, thinking about why I decided to be so bold because the consequences were huge and I knew it. Why did I feel the need to say stupid shit like that? I down my drink and feel a little better, at least for now.
"Thirsty? Need another one?" a blonde woman asks me. She wants something from me but I don't mind being looked at like prey. She's a regular like me. I generally leave before she gets to the bar and pass her on the sidewalk.
"Feel free to buy a round for us, I can always drink with someone as hot as you," I reply with a cocky grin. She calls to the bartender and we take 2 shots of vodka each. We exchange first names as a formality. We enjoy small talk for a while but Nanaba wants more than some idle chatter. She whispers that she wants to get out of the bar. I can only think about numbing the pain. Next thing I know is I'm pressing her up to an apartment door. I kiss her neck while she unlocks the door and we stumble in only to find two pairs of eyes looking at us. I can't believe my eyes. It's Krista with a light brown haired girl, cuddling on the couch. I sober up immediately and try to process the scene in front of me. Nanaba starts to kiss my neck but I'm unresponsive.
"We should raincheck, here's my business card. I'll see myself out," I run out the door and slam it shut. I don't give anyone time to talk. I keep my cool and hail a taxi. My phone buzzes and it's Nanaba. I ignore her messages for now and just focus on getting into my house away from what just happened. My phone buzzes again and I unlock it to see the message, Nanaba asks me if we could raincheck at my place, suggesting tomorrow night. I'm in not mood to think about getting with Nanaba. I want to stop thinking, I want today to be over, even more than I did at the bar. Winston climbs into bed with me and I sleep to avoid my problems.
Light streams through my curtain and someone is knocking on my door. I open the door without thinking, I'm useless before I drink my morning tea. Krista is standing there and she walks past me into my apartment. My mouth dries up and I go to get some water even though I know it won't help. I grow frustrated with the awkward silence and decide I should vent but before I can Krista starts on a lecture.
"I'm sorry about what happened. I should have come to you earlier or stopped you. But I didn't know what to say, I thought it would hurt you more if I tried to say anything. I kept telling myself that you would be okay and you'd come back to me. You always have, maybe you would have if you didn't see me at Nanaba's place with my girlfriend. I just want you to know that you're better than drunk one night stands. I was worried about you after, you know… and now I'm even more worried. Nanaba is a player who takes different women home each night. I know you're hurt but this isn't a good way to cope!"
"Let me get this straight. You came all this way to tell me that one nights stands are bad? Are you fucking serious right now!? You don't get to waltz in here and fucking tell me shit I already know. If you were so concerned just send me a goddamn text. Oh, and here's some questions you can sit on. How did you know she was a player? Did you see her at that apartment a lot? Did you bang her? Is that how you know? I know she is a player and I don't give a flying shit. Also, I know my goddamn worth, I know deserve someone who loves and isn't into me just for a quick bang. It would be fucking nice if it worked out for me like it worked out for you but it didn't. Just leave and shut the damn door!" I say with venom dripping from every word as I walk back to my room and slam the door. I jump onto my bed with Winston, he's a lazy dog who stays in bed until he hears food in his bowl. I hear the door open and close. Tears start streaming down my face. I message Nanaba to say no to meeting up tonight and tell her sorry. I leave it open for next weekend or sometime this week. I stare at the ceiling listening to music and eventually fall asleep.