The evening air was humid and still warm from the intense heat of the day. The sun had just set, and again I was reminded of Faith. It would be dark soon, and I wondered if she was still afraid of the dark. I also thought about what Chloe had said about her. "She's drop dead gorgeous." Those were her exact words.
'I guess some things never change,' I thought to myself as I picked up the pace and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I barely avoided falling on both my ass and my face a number of times.
When I got to the movie theatre, I looked across the street, and sure, there it was. Not to be mistaken for anything else than a gourmet restaurant called 'Delicious'. I felt my stomach turn to knots as I walked into the restaurant. The place was packed with people eating their late dinners, and there was a great number of waiters and waitresses trying to keep up with the appetites of all the customers. I went further into the restaurant, and as I came to a halt behind a tall plant, I could see dark, long and wavy hair.
My breath stopped in my throat and all I could do was stare. I wanted to go over to her, but my legs felt like they were made of lid, or some other hard substance I didn't know the name of. I watched as she turned around to face a fellow waitress who was addressing her. My eyes went wider than they already were – if possible – because 15 feet ahead of me was Faith. And god was she beautiful. I couldn't remember seeing her this completely and incredibly gorgeous ever before, and I was mesmerized by the sole sight of her. I felt a jolt of all my feelings gathered into one shoot through my body, and it made me shiver. This was a feeling I only got when I saw Faith; now it was stronger, for obvious reasons.
I could barely stay on my feet as she broke into a huge smile, and I think my brain short circuited when I heard her laugh. I had this overwhelming urge to just run over there and hug here like there was no tomorrow, and kiss all over her face again and again. Hell, I wanted to kiss her for real. I wanted to crush my lips to hers, and taste her. I wanted to run my hands through her dark tresses and I wanted to…I stopped my train of thoughts as I became aware of that I was having a sexual fantasy about my best friend in the middle of a restaurant full of rich, stuck-up people.
I took a deep breath, and looked at her one final time. 'Faith, it's really you,' I thought to myself, 'and that outfit looks too good on you.' I had to gather all the willpower possible to turn around and leave the restaurant. Leaving was the direct opposite of what I really wanted to do, but I reasoned my actions by telling myself that I could risk getting her fired by being the savage that I was.
As I excited the restaurant, I longed to go back inside and see her again, but I gave myself a mental slap and started to walk quickly away, so as to not give into the temptation.
When the restaurant was out of sight, I broke into a run, and I decided to visit my and Faith's bay. The way there could be tricky to remember, but you could blindfold me and I would still find the way. I thought about Faith again, and I screamed with joy; beginning to run faster than I thought possible.
The sharp and shallow intakes of breath made my head spin, and I plopped down onto the sand letting my eyes travel over the twilight sky. As I lay there, gazing at stars millions of light-years away, I could feel the cool evening breeze grace my damp body and I could hear the soft sound of small waves finding their way into our little bay. I absent-mindedly traced a pattern in the sand with my fingers, and at the same time I pictured her. I smiled and stroked my stomach, and I lifted my leg up really high as if I could touch the stars with my sandy toes. I grinned at this and rolled around, letting out a giggly laugh. I couldn't help but think how lost I was – how lost I was in her.
I sighed while thinking back on what had happened when I saw her. 'Why the hell did I leave, anyway? What am I, scared of her? No, I did the right thing, 'cause when we meet each other again, I want her to have time for me; not be busy working. But God, I love her so much! And she's like the most gorgeous person I've ever seen. Of course she was five years ago, also, but now she's just…wow! Miss World, my ass. Miss All-words-are-inadequate is more like it.'
I kept talking out loud, although I, of course, was the only one there. My feelings were just too strong to keep inside my head, and I could barely keep myself from yelling them out at the top of my lungs.
I lay there for a long time, just listening to the sounds of the ocean, and the occasional boats making their way in and out of the town harbour. It was all so familiar, and it reminded me so much of Faith. Various things we did back then floated through my head, and that did absolutely nothing to remove the grin that seemed to be etched to my face.
'You're crazy, Buffy,' I told myself. 'All you wanna do is be with her and hug her senseless, but what do you do? You walk away from her the moment you see her face. For the first time in five fucking years! Pretty ironic.'
I finally noticed how dark it had gotten, and decided that I better get home and get some sleep. To tell the truth, I didn't really think I'd be getting any sleep that night; the reason being the non existent drug that was currently running through my body, making me feel so unbelievably happy and restless.
When I came back to the house, the others were sitting out back talking and laughing, and I snuck up to avoid any questions concerning Faith that I didn't want to answer. If there was one thing in this world I didn't want them to notice, it was that I was pretty sure I was in love with Faith.
