More than friends…(Part I)

“This morning i begun to understand

That feelings can become so true…

I wanna be for you more than just a friend,

More than the others…you call them friends too…”

(L.C.-“Say something”) merci beaucoup, Laurent, pour cette belle chanson

-I can’t believe you’re not ready yet…Pick one dress…that red one…now the shoes…And hurry, you’re the main guest…it’s your party, Aly!

-I can’t believe you organised me a party, Tess! A break-up party…like in College! How did you manage to get all our friends so fast?

-I just told them that you and Peter broke up. They were curious to see you surviving the longest relationship ever…and the most boring one…And i felt bad after calling you closed minded…And about Tony…i was wrong…thanks god you’re out of that abusive relationship too…

-Don’t feel bad…i should never said anything…it’s not my business. Who’s coming to my party? i asked smiling to Tess,

-It’s a surprise party…so act surprised. Who’s coming…let’s see…Katherine and Maddie…and Johanna…and Jay and Stephen and the T. brothers…and Matt…and…

-You invited Matt? Tess…what am i doing now? I can’t see Matt right now…

-That’s why i told you about the red dress…

All the way to the party i felt like my feet were running back home…Matt…i didn’t saw him since we broke up, 8 years ago. I knew about his marriage, then his divorce…I was hoping that he will choose not to come…after all…we broke up in anger…

…and there he was…looking better then ever…and his smile as he came closer…

-Heyyyy, look at you Aly! Matt, step back…Johanna was hugging me with a joy that made me laugh…

-Everybody! Let her breath, Jo! said Tess as she was bringing the presents…now, what do we say?

-Happy break-up! And be blessed with a new exciting love! Cheer up!

-Guys…you are crazy! Thank you all so much…and Tess…you’re great…

The party went well…it was all i needed to relax and have fun…I almost forgot about them…my friends…i was so obsessed with Peter, always trying to make him love me…a never-ending compete for his love…But it was not the time to think about him…i could feel Matt’s look on me…and i caught his eyes a few times…

-Remember that guy…the hot one…

-Maddie, this was the statistics teacher…you didn’t really get to his classes…did you?

-Well, Kat…i was busy trying to get to his bed…remember that day…Banana Day…it should remain in history…

-I don’t know about that…now…tell us…Stephen was as curious as usual

-We were talking…me and Aly…and she said: i bet i can make him lose his self control…and she took a banana and started to…you know…like she was holding his…

-C’mon Maddie, i’m blushing…i said feeling the red color on my face…

-But you made him hurry to the bathroom…god knows why…but then Peter showed up and you were looking for a place to hide the banana…

Suddenly…they were so quiet…probably my expression when i heard his name…i felt the need for fresh air…I had to get out…i heard steps and i sensed that perfume…

-Alicia…i didn’t had the chance to talk to you…to tell you how sorry i am…i know how much you loved him…

-Matt…

-Forget about them…let’s go to a quiet place, we need to talk…we’ll take my car, ok?

-I don’t wanna go home…it’s so lonely in there…

-I was thinking more at my place…in Nice…what do you say? Then, we’ll have the hole night…

-Look, it’s much to soon for me…i just broke up with him…i can’t…

-Aly…look at me…i just wanna talk to you…and maybe hold you a little…i won’t take advantage…unless you ask me to…

And as i looked in his eyes, i didn’t saw the anger from the past, or the lust…i saw a man…a friend…maybe more. I felt like the last 8 years were just vanished…

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