Rileys head was pounding. And it wasn’t from the ridiculously loud music that filled the house - although it wasn’t exactly helping her case.

She hadn’t even wanted to come here tonight. A party wasn’t even in the top 100 things on her mind right now. No, Infact the only thing on her mind currently was you, her bestfriend. Or she couldn’t only hope after tonight. She didn’t mean to snap at you, the thought of causing you anything but comfort was ripping her heart out.

Her friend’s voices were barely registering in her mind - the memories of your argument playing over and over in her mind like a broken record. Damn her and her quickness to anger, it wasn’t directed at you, just at what you had said - or implied. It was a usual evening before a party for the two of you; both of you giggling, singing along (terribly) to random songs off your playlists, as you both prepared for what usually was a fun night. But, no, you had to go and make a joke. A stupid joke that Riley would usually had laughed at; she laughed at everything you said, she couldn’t help it. But, those words had struck an emotion in her far from laughter. First, it was a small quip at the two of you looking like a couple, which you brushed off with a laugh. But, then your next words felt like a personal attack, an arrow she had drawn back with you, and only you in mind, shooting it full force aimed at your heart, “I mean you look pretty gay already”. You’d laughed as you said it, a moment in which Riley would usually take the time to admire your natural beauty, take in the beautiful sound of your laughter. This time all she felt was shame - a feeling she was used to as of lately. So she snapped. At her bestfriend. All she saw in that moment was a straight girl accusing her of being- well, herself.

The car was silent to say the least after her outburst - her words charged with anger and denial. She’d only come to drop you off and make sure you were okay, and you only got in her car because you couldn’t get another drive on such short notice. Despite the tension between the two of you - a feeling which she hated, she couldn’t bring herself to apologise. She just couldn’t.

Her mind was running non-stop, the party around her barely catching her attention. She was surprised her friends hadn’t noticed her out-of-it state. She was trying to form ways in her mind of how she could apologise, explain why she had acted how she did. Well, she knew how she could. She just didn’t want to. “I like girls, and I hate it.”, words which had never left her lips, but had also never left her mind. She wasn’t homophobic, far from it. She just hated to imagine how people would react, treat her after. How everything would change.

But then she heard it, a small cry drowned out by head-pounding beats. It was weak, but she’d recognise it anywhere. “I’m sorry, Riley..I didn’t mean too…” you hiccuped. “I love you so much…please forgive me..I love you..”

You were infront of her..drunk, extremely drunk…apologising? It should have been her, not you. As you spoke, her heart rate picked up with every word..the two of you had spoke about how much love you had for one another..but, it was just platonically..right?