DYLAN + ALEX (part one)

This is a new story... tell me how you like it (or how you don't like it, i guess!)

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Dylan had been waiting for this very moment for as long as she could remember. She was finally ready now. She was pretty sure. As she watched her best friend Alex from across the table, she decided that this was the time to tell her what had been building inside of her. Right now. The bottle of wine was almost gone and they had just sparked the second joint of the night so there was nothing stopping her now. Nothing, except herself.

On countless occasions, she had tried to get up the courage to spit out those fateful words: I. Like. You. Tonight, however, things were going to change.

In an effort to start what she never had the courage to do, she moved her chair closer to Alex’s. She saw her friend’s familiar hand, decorated with rings and scribbles, approaching hers with the joint. Her heart summersaulted as she brushed her warm hand with her fingers to take the joint.Dylan glanced at Alex only for a second and for that moment, her heartbeat accelerated , as though it were about to burst out and reveal her longtime secret. She had this urge to re-enact her wildest dreams. She couldn’t do it like that though - she had to think about it. She couldn’t risk scaring her friend.

The joint was out.

"It’s now or never," she thought. It wasn’t the first time Dylan had proclaimed these very words, and yet today was different. She felt it.

(to be continued...)