The sun peered through her curtains making the day known. She groaned and rolled over and felt around her bedside table until she found her target, turning off her alarm clock she stretched out. Today was THE day. Today was the day Phil returned home from his WWE tour and today was going to be the day she finally got over her shyness and finally confessed him how she really felt about him.
Phil and her have been friends for five years and counting. She met him when he had literally walked into her store. The salesperson at the store had said the window cleaner was so good that "it'll make your glass so clear people will walk into it" and she thought it was just a cheesy slogan but damn it was actually true. He just stood there incredulous with his rippling biceps shaping his t-shirt, his vivid tattoos imprinted onto them. After giggling to herself, she helped him inside. After exchanging pleasantries and asking her to not tell anyone about his "accident" he perused the store. As he browsed she couldn't help but just stare at him, she knew who he was but it was weird how….normal he was. She expected him to be a complete jerk, or just, different. He looked at her and she quickly looked down and made it look like she was actually doing work. He passed her the book he had picked out and after a two-hour argument over "Who is right George Orwell or Aldous Huxley" (which today she'll tell you she let him win, when after 20 minutes into the argument she knew this guy was not going to give up) They had become friends. A huge portion of the two weeks he had that year he spent with her at her store, either helping her stock books or with inventory.
She had wanted to tell him a long time ago but he had a girlfriend when they met and after their breakup he kept on working and she didn't have the time to tell him. She wouldn't confess her feelings over voicemail or e-mail, she wanted to tell him in person and now opportunity was knocking on her door. As she was getting ready she couldn't control the butterflies she had in her stomach. Chez and Chaleen weren't exactly helping her situation either, sending her texts counting down the days (and hours) 'till he was home again.
Grabbing her bag off her desk and taking her iPod off its speakers, she made her way to the bus stop. Hopefully work will make her stomach and head calm down a bit. She walked to the bus stop and after saying hello to the bus driver took her usual spot at the back of the bus. She popped her ear buds in and let the music calm her.
"Jesus, woman calm down. He doesn't get home for another nine hours oh shit shit shit shit nine hours, nine hours! God, I feel like a cornered nun."
The low vibration on her lap broke her from the crazy train of thoughts that were speeding through her brain, she looked down and saw a notification for two text messages, opening the first one she couldn't help the audible groan that escaped her lips.

From: Chez

.READY?! Dude, nine fucking hours till the loser gets home and you spill your feelings and then we all gather 'round and hug the shit outta you both, seriously dude all of that WILL HAPPEN. Chaleen and I are going to make you look totally gorgeous tonight, don't forget to come over at around 7pm…YOU HEAR ME?! 7pm! Don't be late or i will stab you with a spork.

To this day she swears that Chez is on something. She has never met anyone so full of energy, well scratch that Chaleen is the exact same way, shit scratch that, ALL of their family are that way. She opened the next text and she felt the flutters in her stomach kick back into high gear. It was a text notification from Phil, she opened it and read.

From: Phil

Hey jerk face! Finally landed at AN airport, waiting for the next plane. I have missed you like crazy; I can't wait to see you tonight!

She couldn't help but giggle, he could be such a dork sometimes. She kept staring at the screen, hoping he would send another text saying something along the lines of "I like you, I always have blablabla" y'know? Just something that would help ease the mess of feelings. After five minutes of staring at the screen, she gave up, locking her phone she continued the trip onwards to work with the words "I have missed you like crazy" stumbling around her head.