I ran around the house desperately searching for my phone. I couldn’t find where it was anywhere and it was aggravating. Suddenly, I heard music coming from my room down the hall. That familiar song taunted me towards my phone. I ran into my room and followed the sound of Paramore to my bed. I could see a light beneath my sheets. I reached for it. “Hey Ashley, what’s up?” I said out of breath as I answered it quickly.

“I’m sorry, did I…interrupt something?” She said in a suggestive manner.

“Ha, no way you pervert. I was running around looking for my phone. Anyway, what’s going on?”

“Well, I am really tired of my brothers and my sister. Well, not so much my sister. So I was wondering if you wanted company tonight, and tomorrow afternoon.”

“Are you kidding? I am always up for a sleepover.” I said in a joking manner. We arranged the time and what not before hanging up.

Since those of you that are reading, and slightly confused, I am going to give you a little history lesson.

Ashley and I met a year and a half ago. I have had a crush on her for; you guessed it, a year and a half. I was always the out and proud lesbian, and she was only a self proclaimed bisexual. She and Aiden had been off and on throughout the entire time I knew her. I never stood a chance. I asked her a number of times if she liked me or would ever consider me. Her answers were always, “I have a boyfriend.” I couldn’t count the number of times I was shot down. However, we were really close friends, so you could understand how I managed to get the wrong idea.

We would hug upon greeting and departing. We would hold each other’s hands and kiss each other on the cheek. When we would be on the bus, or spending the night with each other, we would even cuddle. See how I got the idea now?

There was two times, though, that I thought I had a chance. The first time, she was spending the night and things got heated. Unfortunately, she was cheating on Aiden, and I was cheating on my girlfriend. We confessed to our priors and they were mad to say the least. Two months later, it happened again. We were both single, but we never mentioned it again. There were things that those two days had in common. Afterward, we would hardly look at each other. It never went all the way, but we still felt ashamed for some reason. There was no more cuddle, or anything really. Then we would get over it and be best friends again.