"Stephen, you know that I've always wanted you." Near my ear, she whispered. I looked down, smirking quietly. She stood on her toes trying to whisper this to me. Her body pressed against my side closely. I could feel her small frame move slowly onto me as went back to standing on her feet. Her wavy black hair hung down her back freely, as I moved a stran out of her face.
"Not anyone, but you. Why can't you see that?" I watched now as her hands grabbed mine and slowly started to wrap them around her waist. Without saying anything, I pulled her closer to me. I closed my eyes as I felt her fingers crawled up my neck following by her lips. My head tilted back against the wall, and her fingers went through my hair gently.
"Not anyone but you." That's what she said, it went through my head over and over. I couldn't lie to myself and say that I didn't want that, but hell fucking yes, I did. I could of said I felt the same way as her, and know it wasn't a lie. But that wasn't going to happen, because I also know she didn't mean that. Why would she ever? I was just her fuck buddy.
"Maybe I don't see it, because I know it's not true Ivy." I finally spoke up. Her hands that were traveling up my shirt stopped against the middle of my back. I sighed as I saw her head lay against my chest. She didn't show me her face but I knew that her lips were in a frown, and her eyes were closed. The look wasn't peaceful like how she is when she sleeps next to me after we have sex. It's shame, knowing that I'm right.
"Stephen," she began to say.
She was interrupted by the buzz of my old alarm clock on my phone. I quietly reached over it to my table side, grabbing my phone. I looked at the time, 7:58. I was out of it and I knew that. When my eyes finally opened, I realized what was really going on. It was another dream I was having. I looked under my covers and I had only the same plaid boxers I was wearing last night, then I turned my head to see her. Ivy.
Ivy was in a deep sleep, curled up next to me. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of this. I was so jealous how each time this happened, she could leave perfectly fine. Yet, I'd stay here, craving more. Let me explain. Ivy was my best friend, is my best friend still now. She has been since the day she cheered me on at my first show ever while the rest of the school's bitches laughed. Anyhow, I guess we're just closer than best friends. No, we're not dating, nor is like one of those stupid unspoken love things. I'm her fuck buddy. Also, I was the loser who was stuck in that horrible thing called love.