| Straight: Romantic: Friends turned to lovers (1/6) |
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Gabrielle was in her car on the way to Justin’s house, so they could hang out together. When she got there, she sighed, and rested her head on the cool window. She had known him since high school, and she had always felt an attraction to him. But they were best friends! She knew that she couldn’t tell him anything because she was afraid that it might ruin they’re relationship. She started thinking about his tall, almost six foot, chocolate colored frame that was so strong and muscular. She thought about his little goatee that was so cute on his face. Stop it! She thought to herself. He’s just your friend! Nothing else! She groaned at her silliness, and got out of the car. She knocked on the door, and waited for him to answer. When he answered the door, she couldn’t help but smile. He looked like he had just woken up, his eyes bleary and his cloths disheveled. “Hey, Justin. Did you forget that I was coming over again?” She giggled, knowing perfectly well he had fallen asleep after he got home from work. “Hey, Gab.” He grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, I guess I got a little tired. You wanna come in?” “Duhh!” She followed him through the doorway, and shut the front door. He ran his hands through his hair, a thing he often did, and said, “Sooo… what do you wanna do tonight?” Justin looked at me, waiting. “Well, I was thinking we could… watch a movie?” “Yeah, sounds like fun.” Justin walked into the living room and I followed him. “What do you wanna watch?” “How bout… oh, I don’t know. Surprise me. I’ll go make some popcorn, and you pick.” I walked into the kitchen. “And don’t go back to sleep!” I heard him groan, and I smiled. He’s so hopeless! I thought to myself. I microwaved some popcorn, and went back to the living room, to find him sprawled out on the couch, his eyes already closed, a movie in his hand. I rolled my eyes, and looked at the title. At first I couldn’t make it out, but then I looked at the picture, and my eyes widened. It was a sex movie, and right on the cover was a picture of a blond slut girl getting fucked doggy style. I tried not to look at the cover as I walked around to the other side of the couch and smacked Justin on the arm. “Are you serious? Wake up!” Justin woke with a start. “Did you really just fall asleep? I was gone for two seconds!” He looked at me sheepishly. “I’m just so tired tonight.” “Why are you so tired? What have you been up to?” “Well…” “Well what?” “Well, last night, I had someone over. And we were… we kinda… well; we were in my room and…” Oh please, no, don’t let him be saying what I think me means, I thought to myself. But out loud, I said, “what are you talking about?” “God, is it that hard to figure out? Last night my girlfriend came over and we had sex. Ok? Now, does that make sense?” He was addressing me as if I was a little kid. I knew I was blushing, as I said, “of course that makes sense. I’m not an idiot. It’s just… well… since when did you have a girlfriend?” I was |
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