A/N:
Hi, everyone! I know I said that I'll be sticking to oneshots (still kinda am), but I decided to divide this one into three, maybe four chapters, since it's relatively long. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
"Anna Coleman!"
"Huh, what?" I jolt awake as I scan my surroundings. Oh, right. I was in the middle of history class when I fell asleep. But in my defense, I happened to be working hard pulling an all-nighter last night for a paper. I'm not all that bad.
Suddenly, all eyes are on me. Crap.
"O-Oh. Uhm, sorry, Mr. Weaseltown," I squeak awkwardly.
"It's Weselton!" My weasel of a teacher scowls. Everyone in class snickers in response. Then, Mr. Weasel–Weselton–glares at the class and huffs in annoyance. "I'll have you know, Ms. Coleman, that the next time you fall asleep in class, I will send you to detention!" He exclaims as a collective 'ooooh' fills the classroom.
I flush and I sheepishly tuck my hair behind my ear.
"Anyway, as I was saying…" The weasel continues his lecture.
I was actually paying attention in class for a few moments, when the shaggy blonde in front of me turns around with an amused smirk on his face.
"Nice going, feistypants," he whispers before facing front once again.
"Shut it, Bjorgman," I chuckle as I crumple a piece of paper and throw it at him.
I've known Kristoff since we were basically in diapers, and I love him like a brother, and he loves me like a sister. He's the sibling I never had and I am so grateful to have that big oaf in my life.
Mindlessly, I turn my head to the side only to find a pale, beautiful face raising a slender eyebrow at me. Upon seeing me grin at her in response, the platinum blonde playfully rolls her eyes, and resumes taking down notes of whatever Weaseltown was discussing.
That's Elsa Jensen. My best friend.
And I'm in love with her.
It's quite cliché, isn't it? Well, it's the truth anyway. We've been best friends since she transferred here in middle school. But I've had these feelings for about two years, since we were high school sophomores. I don't know when exactly, but at some point, my heart would always beat like crazy and I'd get these butterflies in my stomach whenever we would hug, link arms and basically be touchy with each other, which was perfectly normal between girls. Heck, I was clingy with nearly all of my friends. But with Elsa, I knew there was something else going on there for me.
And I'm pretty damn sure that she doesn't feel the same about me. I mean, why would she? She probably sees me as a sister, and not anything else.
Not a single soul knows but myself. But honestly, I think I'm gonna have to tell someone soon, because I feel like I'm going to combust if I don't.
Anyway, as I was saying, I'm in love with my best friend, and I hate it. I hate her voluminous, almost-white blonde hair; her flawless skin; those damn blue eyes; those stupid, light freckles on her stupid, gorgeous face, and that stupid fucking smile that made my heart melt every damn time. I hate all of it.
Except I don't. I love all those things about her. She's so beautiful and she doesn't even know it. But this attraction isn't merely physical. It's more than that. Elsa is kind and unassuming. She's adorably shy and introverted. She's intelligent and the picture of sophisticated grace. She's understanding and so, so selfless. She would do anything to keep those she loved away from harm. She genuinely cares. And she is always there for me.
Of course, I'm not blind, either. The girl I'm in love with isn't without her flaws. She tends to run away from her problems and hide her feelings. She likes to bottle things up because she's scared she might hurt people. She's a perfectionist especially when it comes to her studies, and has burnt herself out on multiple occasions. She isn't perfect, and I love her.
I couldn't ask for a better best friend. And I just had to fall for her, didn't I?
The bell rings, distracting me from my thoughts.
"Saved by the bell, eh? Test on Tuesday. Read chapter twelve of your book," Weaseltown said. "...teenagers," he mutters as he scurried out of the classroom.
Thankfully, that was the last period of the week, and now I can just relax and let loose. I stand from my chair, as I sling my backpack on my shoulder.
"So, do you guys wanna go out and do something? It's Friday after all," Kristoff voices as he turns around to face Elsa and I.
"Actually, I think I'll just start studying for that test," the platinum blonde next to me says.
I scoff at her. "Loosen up, Elsa! Don't be such a nerd. Let's do something fun!"
She narrows her eyes. She's so pretty when she does that. "Such as…?
I open my mouth to say something when the burly blond man beat me to it. "I know! Why don't we just go to the arcade. We haven't gone in a while," he suggests with a grin, draping one arm around my shoulders, and the other one around Elsa's.
"I'm in!" I nearly jump in excitement.
"Anna, I don't think-" she begins to say, but I cut her off.
"No. You're coming with us and we are going to have fun today," I express adamantly. She responds by crossing her arms and glaring at me with a hint of playfulness in her eyes. "Come on, Elsa. Please, please please?" I plead as I clasp my fingers in front of me and give her the best puppy dog eyes I could muster.
The slightly taller girl raises her eyebrow at me. "Ugh, fine," she groans, but she couldn't contain the small smirk on her face. I squeal in delight in response.
Kristoff chuckles. "All right, all right. Come on. I'll drive us all there," the shaggy blond utters as he releases us from his grip and leads the way out of the classroom.
Elsa and I link our arms together as we walk, like we usually do. Fuck. There goes my heart again.
The car ride to the arcade didn't take long at all. It was a relatively uneventful fifteen-minute drive; "relatively" because Elsa and I had spent it just laughing at memes on my phone, as I stole a few long glances at her here and there. Upon arrival, being the excitable goofball that I am, I wasted no time in running towards the entrance. Kristoff quickly followed suit, leaving the introverted platinum blonde amusedly shaking her head before catching up to us at her own pace.
After paying at the counter to reload our arcade cards, Kristoff playfully bumps my shoulder with a smirk on his face. "Say, feistypants, why don't we go for a round of basketball?"
I scoff at him. "I'm totally gonna kick your ass!"
I lost.
In my defense, though, it was only by two points. And the blissful sound of laughter from Elsa's lips completely made up for it.
Afterwards, I drag the platinum blonde towards the air hockey table. "Come on, Elsa. Let's play some air hockey!" I chirp as I glide over to one end of the table.
"Sure," she giggles as she walks to the other end. I notice Kristoff cross his arms at us in amusement.
"Good luck winning against that, Elsa. She's relentless," he quips.
My best friend smirks playfully, her eyes never leaving mine, "Nothing I can't handle."
A blush creeps up my cheeks as I suddenly feel a pleasant, warm sensation in my stomach. Ugh, can she, like, not?
"You're on!" I challenge.
And I won this time.
After that, we spent the next couple hours making the most out of the time we spent at the arcade, and it was nothing short of fun. After Elsa and I played air hockey, Kristoff dragged the both of us to play Rock Band at the PS4 station. While he rocked the guitar and Elsa slayed those vocals (being attracted to someone's voice is a real thing, I swear), I was on the drums. And well, I sucked. I was so embarrassingly uncoordinated and out of rhythm. It turns out that big oaf set the drums to the highest difficulty. Stinker. Then, we opted to play some of the classic arcade games. Several rounds of Pac-Man, Donkey Kong, and Mario Bros, among others, later, we decide to call it a day.
"Come on, let's go. I'll bring you girls home," Kristoff says.
The three of us then saunter towards the exit and headed to his car. We spend the car ride in comfortable silence. After a few minutes, we arrive at Elsa's place. I exited the vehicle with her to accompany her to the front door.
"Thanks for forcing me to hang out with you guys," she jests as she reaches inside her pocket for the house key. "It was fun."
"Yeah, it was," I chuckle before I wrap my arms around her in a tender embrace. "I'll see you on Monday, okay?"
Her arms snake around my waist and my heart flutters in my chest.
"Yeah," I hear her mumble as she pulls away. She flashes me a tender smile. "See you, Anna."
As soon as she closes the door behind her, I turn on my heel and head back towards Kristoff's car.
Yup, I really am hopeless.
A/N:
I actually have two endings in mind for this story and I've already written both and I'm still deciding which one it'll be. Go figure. :p
This story will still have its angsty moments regardless of how it ends, though, because I'm evil.