Chapter 9:
"You look happy," Kay marvelled, chuckling.
"It's all thanks to you," he whispered softly, kissing her on the cheek.
Kay felt Miguel's cool lips burning on one side of her face. She could feel his kiss invisibly imprinted there.
She turned away as a new river of tears was forming around her eyes.
Noticing Kay's eyes water, Miguel was quick to change the subject. "You know Whitney told Theresa who told me that a few weeks ago she walked in on you and John and that you two were in a compromising situation." That was something he wanted to question Kay about lately, but he had never found the perfect opportunity to bring up that topic.
That was not something she expected Miguel to say. Why would Theresa tell him that? "Wha..." Kay paused as she remembered that day. Then her defensive side took over."Yeah, so what. Nothing happened."
"But it could have," Miguel said gently, trying not to lead it too far, but to give her enough push in the right direction.
"It didn't. Sure John is a great guy, but I'm not ready to give my heart over to him. I still love you. You still have my heart. Completely."
"Who says you have to give him your heart? Just go out with him. See how he makes you feel. Take it slow. Just get over me, Kat."
"I can't. It's not that simple. It can take years..."
"Why, Kat? It should be fairly easy to get over me." His tone was marked with a bit of exasperation. He ever so badly wanted Kay to forget about him, for her own sake. She deserved to love someone who was going to love her equally in return. And that definitely wasn't him, but it was John, at least by Miguel's point of view.
"It's not. I love you. For years I have loved you, wanted you. I can't get rid of it that easily. It's the only thing I've known - to be in love with you."
Miguel closed his eyes for a moment, before reopening them. Her words - that drawl - it had poked holes into his heart. He couldn't imagine ever feeling what Kay had been feeling for so long, and to not get that lovely feeling in return. "John's a good guy. He's great for you," Miguel insisted, trying to forget her words.
"Why do you keep saying that?! How do you know?" Kay was getting upset. Here she was getting love advice from the only man her heart desired. Talk about ironic.
"I just do. I can feel it. He can love you the way you should be loved. And I think you can love him too."
"And why do you think that?" Kay raised her eyebrows in wonder.
"Because i can see it. I know you well enough Kat. I know what you like and don't like. I know who you are. Sometimes better than you know yourself. John's the one."
Kay looked over at John, who was dancing with Charity. "He's a good friend," she admitted but that was as far as she would go with admittance that day.
"Yes, but unlike me, he's not meant to be just a friend to you," Miguel continued, arching his eyebrows to make his point.
Kay looked into Miguel's eyes and nodded.
They continued to strut around the dance floor for a little bit longer, before Miguel leaned over, whispering in her ear. "Go dance with him." He squeezed her hand affectionately.
She gave a small smile, shaking her head up and down in agreement. Turning around, she scanned the crowd for a sign of John. She didn't see him anywhere.
"Maybe he went outside for some fresh air," Miguel shrugged his shoulders, noticing how John was missing from the ballroom.
"Maybe," she replied back. Quickly kissing Miguel on the cheek, Kay made her way outside to find John.
Flinging the door open, Kay stepped outside to feel the New England spring weather absorb her. She spotted John in one corner, by the parking lot, talking to Simone and Fox.
"Hi," Kay nodded as she approached them.
"Hi, Kay, how you doing?" Fox asked her.
"Ok," she shrugged. "Can I talk to John for a minute? Alone?" she looked at her friends for their reply's.
"Sure," Simone responded, practically grabbing Fox's arm and dragging him inside.
"See you later," Fox shouted to them.
Kay waved bye to them before turning to face John.
"I wanted to umm, talk to you," Kay began unsurely.
"Yeah, I got that idea already," John joked.
Kay laughed apprehensively. She didn't know why she was so nervous. She never had felt this way in front of John before, but then again Kay couldn't remember the last guy she liked who wasn't a brown haired, brown eyed man in the form of her best friend.
"John, I, umm," Kay continued to say, before the ringing of John's telephone interrupted her conversation.
"Excuse me," John apologized, reaching into his jacket pocket. "I don't know who would call me at this hour. It's probably important."
Kay nodded reluctantly. Sighing, she figured this interruption was for the best. It wasn't going to be easy to tell John that she figured their friendship could become more.
{a/n: i know i haven't updated in a WHILE but my college semester just ended and i'm free!!! ya. so that means more updates, to more stories. maybe i'll even put up some new ones that have been sitting there in my computer waiting to be uploaded onto fanfiction.net and fictionpress.net. review!}
