You groan, stumbling outside the bar in your high heels after a drink or two, leaning against the nearest pole as you look at the time. Your date was supposed to have shown up a couple of hours ago. You got stood up.

All dressed up for a girl that didn’t even show up. Your makeup done, dress specifically bought for this date, and heels for only special occasions.

You pondered, wondering if you should just call it a night and call someone to come pick you up, but before you knew it, you were already calling your.. “friend”, Powder.

You and her were just friends. Nothing more, nothing less.. You’ve kissed, so much so you lost count of how many times. You’ve fallen asleep her arms, cuddled up in her bed, in her hoodie.. Okay, maybe a little more than just friends.

But you guys don’t like, like each other, right? Friends definitely kiss and act like lovers.. at least some of them..?

Oh, who were you fooling, you definitely had feelings for her, but she didn’t feel the same.. or did she?

This “date” was just you trying to convince yourself you weren’t in love with her.

Before you knew it, you were in the passenger seat of her car, your gaze on her, and she looked beautiful. I mean, she always looked beautiful to you, but tonight..

“Hey, I can feel you staring at me.” She teased.