frida liked you. and so much. she liked how you put your hair behind your ear, how'd you'd search for her eyes whenever a teacher said something funny, how you were so simplistically beautiful.

she was waiting for the right opportunity for you to realize how in love she was, yet that never seemed to happen. she was using everything she had to hold back the urge to scream she liked you.

every second counted. every second you didn't know about her feelings was a second where you could find someone else. would you be able to figure it out before she wasted too much time?

it could be worse, though. you could have never chosen to be her friend, you could have chosen to leave the second you got to know her. maybe it wasn't so bad, right? you could've 'walked out the door with your bags'.

charlene told her she would be just fine. that she was amazing, that she could do it. but could she? she didn't want to be too forward. she wasn't the type to run, you already had fun as friends.

until it slipped out. she just said, "I really like you, you know." after you had gone to see one of her shows. she immediately regretted it. you were definitely gonna make fun of her now.

but you didn't. you kissed her. her cheeks flushed instantly, savouring the moment with everything she had in her.

"oh my god, i think i'm in love with you." she exhaled, as red as her hair. yet so, so pretty. the pink gloss slightly smudged, your hands still pressed to her freckles. her hair messy partly from the wind and partly from the gig.